Opening line:
It was April, and outside in the dark the rain whipped against the windows of our tavern, making a sound like muffled drums.
Mr. Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot’s comments:
A man gallops horseback from town to town announcing the arrival of the British. An Irish punk-rock group prepares their assault on the ears of America’s youth. A bevy of Wiccans plot to canvas a neighborhood in fliers advertising their next Single’s Mixer. Three middle-aged men meet to muffle softened libidos in tankards of hearty ale.
And somewhere, sometime, someone’s brother dies.
