Publisher's Synopsis
I write this to a boy of four. I write this to a boy whose future I have seen. I want him to know that soon the fear will descend. The chaos of his mind will manifest itself in his life. The rage and hate that are planted in h is heart by the god of fear will begin to choke him and tangle him in vines only he can cut. I write this to a boy who must decide if he will have the heart to survive it. I write to a boy who must accept his own thoughts before he can tell them to others. I write this to a boy who must weather the storm to lead to the light.
