H.I.S. is nearing the end. Yes, I know I've said and mentioned that many times before. But I can see the light at the end of the tunnel - where Julian and I have to part, conjoined twins, one of us consigned to death to let the other live. I pity my poor brother - he's given all he can, but it's not enough.
Nearing 200 pages - the estimated length of the novel. Then the gears will lock into action and Julian will be my whore, and I will pimp his misery to the four corners of the globe. My hope is having a character will warn others who fall into his rut, and don't take swift action to correct it - a moral story, at the cost of a (fictitious) human being.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't love Julian - it's like loving yourself, or family. Nice knowing you, kid.
