Bill Beverly

William Beverly

Sent by his uncle along with his hotheaded brother and other teens to kill a major witness, East, a young gang member from Los Angeles, finds his perspectives changed by his encounters outside of the city.

A Novel

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Jan Jackson

Perry’s breathing was soft and tinkly, glasslike, like a stone rattling in a bottle as it rolled. It tumbled and slowed, tumbled and slowed. It isn't taking long, East thought. There isn't much more. Once Perry's breath nearly ended on the upstroke. Then he let the air out - another roll, another tumble. East put his hand near Perry's hand, and he leaned and looked again down the barrel of Perry's eyes. The last thing anyone saw. He supposed he was willing to be it. He put the fingers of his hand atop Perry's knuckles, and Perry let out a half cough, out of his chest, which was high and white and furred with hairs like bare winter trees on a mountain. The stone in the bottle rolled again. The eyes swam in their clouds, their baths of white. Then the bottle bumped up on something, rolled no farther, and the mountain knew it too, what the fish knew, that last thing of things.

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