It wasn’t Hawk, though from the back it absolutely looked like her. It was a different skinny woman who wore her hair in an immaculate, if dusty, pageboy dome. Her face was framed by perfect squared-off bangs, and he immediately noticed how her long full lips curled slightly upwards at the corners. She told him her name was Jing Jing.
Happy New Year to all you "Preservationists" (fans of The Nature Preserve). I grew accustomed to the semi-weekly installments of this story over the past several months. The graphics that accompanied each chapter gave solid reference points for this unique and preposterous story. I was really hooked, so when the story was about to end, I freaked. I was experiencing separation anxiety. I called for a sequel, hoping to bring unbearable influence on our unassuming author. But in the end, he will have to decide if his concept of this story would allow it to continue. Maybe he already decided, but he also left the door cracked open. The blue suitcase has its happy wheels intact, so anything is possible.
One final thought. This novel deserves a printed version with the graphics included.
It seems likely to me that "The Nature Preserve" will be widely read and recognized at some point. There's nothing quite like it. Along with unique world-building, and throughout its playfulness and humor, it hits themes that go deep into collective awareness. I saw characters I'll never forget! Thank you, Ruben Bix.
Bravo! How fitting that the last chapter is published on the day after the winter solstice, after the solstice sun sets through the Trilithon. As today's sun rises, a rebirth begins...?
Postscript
Happy New Year to all you "Preservationists" (fans of The Nature Preserve). I grew accustomed to the semi-weekly installments of this story over the past several months. The graphics that accompanied each chapter gave solid reference points for this unique and preposterous story. I was really hooked, so when the story was about to end, I freaked. I was experiencing separation anxiety. I called for a sequel, hoping to bring unbearable influence on our unassuming author. But in the end, he will have to decide if his concept of this story would allow it to continue. Maybe he already decided, but he also left the door cracked open. The blue suitcase has its happy wheels intact, so anything is possible.
One final thought. This novel deserves a printed version with the graphics included.
It seems likely to me that "The Nature Preserve" will be widely read and recognized at some point. There's nothing quite like it. Along with unique world-building, and throughout its playfulness and humor, it hits themes that go deep into collective awareness. I saw characters I'll never forget! Thank you, Ruben Bix.
Sad, beautiful ending. I hope there's no sequel.
Bravo! How fitting that the last chapter is published on the day after the winter solstice, after the solstice sun sets through the Trilithon. As today's sun rises, a rebirth begins...?