Chapter Thirty-Four
Conflagration
Unfortunately an unbelievable excruciation of ever-increasing burning wasn’t the only factor at work. Bobby’s entire being was under assault this night, not just his edible flesh but his mind, senses, and everlasting spirit as well.
Already the barriers between what he knew and what he had only been told, or what he had perhaps fallibly intuited, had been frayed into insignificance. Cosmology had become malleable. Eventually reality itself began to break down, as though he had been dosed with LSD again. Finally not even his clearest perceptions could be trusted.
Peering through the blear of constant tears was distorting enough. Boy-toy was also looking through a wavering heat haze and obscuring billows of smoke. Beyond choking and slowly poisoning him
