Chapter 68Warpath Journal: Final EntryThe last beats of my heart are like a handful of glittering diamonds, trickling between my fingers. Falling away into endless depths of black velvet.
How strange it is, I think. How strange to lose this life.
At least I leave it as I started, as Amos. Capable of reflection and remorse. Free of madness.
I hear Quincy's voice, shouting from far away. And then his voice becomes the buzzing of crickets and katydids on a summer night in Ohio.
I am standing in a grassy field back home. The clear, black sky glitters with countless stars, like the diamonds I imagine trickling through my fingers.
Suddenly, dozens of figures emerge from the moonlit tree line, faces glowing. As they approach, walking slowly through the fluttering grass, I realize War
