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Transfiguration
Transfiguration
Transfiguration
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Bill and Meredith just bought their dream home in picturesque rural Idaho.

The scenery is beautiful, the weather is wonderful, and it’s nice and quiet—a tranquil town far away from the noisy city. A place to ease away the days with long walks, relax away the evenings with wine and romance, and idle away the nights beneath the vast night sky lit by the moon and stars.

Until Bill discovers a well in the middle of a nearby forest. For at its bottom is a notebook almost daring him to read its contents... and when he does, Bill will unleash something that has been dormant for decades, something that will result in a Transfiguration of not only him, but his wife and the world around him.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 2, 2017
ISBN9781370480869
Transfiguration
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Grant Palmquist

Grant Palmquist is the author of the science-fiction novel Azure and four horror novels: A Song After Dark, Permanent Winter, Dirge, and The Seer. His short stories have appeared in Chizine, Dogmatika, and Underground Voices.

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    Transfiguration

    Grant Palmquist

    Transfiguration

    Copyright © 2017 by Grant Palmquist All rights reserved.

    First Smashwords Edition: May 2017

    No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

    I want you to believe...to believe in things that you cannot.

    - Bram Stoker, Dracula

    1

    On our first day in Cork, Idaho, we stood on the back porch of our new home and watched the long arms of the fading sun stretch across the darkening sky. Cirrus clouds polka-dotted the twilit horizon, snow-peaked mountains razoring up beneath them. A V-shaped bevy of blackbirds swung back and forth through the orange-red glow, gradually disappearing. The smell of pine trees wound through the air. Birdsong became audible, a faint howl behind it.

    I wrapped my arm around Meredith’s shoulders and pulled her close. She was warm in my arms. Even after thirty-two years of marriage, we hadn’t grown apart.

    I never thought it would be so beautiful here, she said.

    We’d lived in Dallas, Texas, before finally deciding to retire and escape that metropolitan nightmare. The summers there were like a movement through the nine circles of hell, and I was glad I wouldn’t have to sweat my way through another one. On top of that, the neighborhoods grew more dangerous every year, with rising murder rates and numerous home invasions. I’d worked as an accountant, crunching numbers in a subterranean-like existence within my cubicle while my wife worked as a math teacher at the local middle school and watched the standards and safety plummet year after year. One day she was attacked by a student who’d taken LSD before school; the other students were able to pull the hallucinating student off her before any serious damage was done, but she still retired after the episode.

    As the evening wore on, we sat on two wooden chairs we’d placed on the porch, opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, and sipped its tartness while the stars and moon began to give the night a yellowish tinge. I hadn’t felt so relaxed in years and thought of our two sons: Brian in Silicon Valley and Max in Southern Florida. They were both married, with two sons apiece, and we mainly saw them at Christmas when everyone

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