The fall of the dream machine

investigators would
believe the Revolutionaries were hiding out in Hyannis Port, not after
a history of three Presidents permeated the place. But they might just
believe that a certain Texas ranch, now parceled up and all but
forgotten, held a secret shelter. He could keep a crew of investigators
tied up all night on that one. It was just romantic enough to sound
like a good lead

Chapter Five

    A dragon growled at him. The dragon of consciousness.
    His head was roaring with pain, belching fire clouds of agony that
permeated his thoughts, flickered, flashed, fumed, burned. His head was
an aching, water-filled blister on his shoulders. He tried to ignore
the
dragon, but its breath lit the night more and more

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

    They found him in time, found his shattered body.
    Anaxemander Cockley was swallowed by a rubber mouth and gulped into
a metal stomach. He felt himself being pulled apart, shuffled together,
stacked and dealt out. He felt the little forces tugging at parts of
his outsides, the big forces stretching, shaping, hacking, destroying
and rebuilding his insides. He felt his heart burst and felt a new one
being slipped in so quickly that he had no time to faint

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven