Warhawk

Come, let us sit together in the evening of Jaden, among its enchanted trees, and talk of the Warhawk. To reminisce on those things which are good and upright, of courage, and self-sacrifice, and yes, sadly, to lament the failings of fragile psyche. It is fitting that we do so, to remember the deeds of the one called Logan, (the young man from Detroit), even if he has forgotten.

Warhawk has been painstakingly crafted; each thought scrutinized, every word forced to show justification for its existence—as is befitting creation in any form. The reality of its characters no more in questioned than an unknown neighbor, or a passing face in a crowd. But beware. Unlike traditional fair, much of which is fashioned to resemble a platter of sweet snacks, Warhawk must not be eaten haphazardly, enjoyed for a moment and quickly dismissed. It is instead, a wonderfully presented meal, meant to be savored, and can therefore never to be consumed in haste—nor will this adventure be quickly forgotten.

Finally, my dear friends, know this… In the whole of this world, from now until then, if but one soul should read this book and their heart be lifted up, I will not have labored in vain.

D. E. Kinney.