Excerpt from Wordeater, 1972, Vol. 4<br><br>The dawn lies dreaming deep within the darkness. The gray storm's wrath whips the waves as my fantasies break on the shore. The stars linger only as embers. Sparks cast into the void to glitter in the sky like eyes of mice. Scurrying without movement across an intense emptiness of molten dreams. The dawn is dancing upon an open horizon of bright colors, seeming to forget the darkness.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.