The Invisible City
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I spun about but my way was already blocked by my pursuers. One of them grunted a laugh as he raised his pistol.
But he did not shoot.
"What in the hell is that?"
Despite myself, there was something in his voice that compelled me to look. There at the end of the row into which I had fled a shimmering silver haze had appeared, the size and shape of a door. My stomach sank and my heart leaped at the sight, for I had seen such an apparition before, twenty years ago this night, on a battlefield in France.
Then, as now, I had no choice. Heedless of the shouts and shots behind me, I hurled myself through the door.
About the Author
Brian K. Lowe has been writing since he was a child, the same time during which he was devouring the kinds of books that eventually he would write. A fan of comic books, pulp magazines, 1930s screwball comedies, and kaiju movies, he thinks he has a good grasp of what life must have been like in Depression-era America. He is almost certainly wrong. Brian lives with his wife of 35 years in Southern California. He blogs at http://brianklowe.wordpress.com. He may be reached at brianklowewriter@aol.com.
Books by Brian K. Lowe
The Stolen Future Trilogy
The Invisible City
The Secret City
The Cosmic City
The Adventures of Captain Swashbuckle
The Choking Rain
The Scent of Death (Fall, 2017)
Tales of Ieed
Once a Knight, a Tale of the Daze of Chivalry
Non-fiction
How to Know if Your Stockbroker is Ripping You Off--and What You Can Do About It