by Pup Matthias
Submitted by Fred Patten, Furry’s favorite historian and reviewer.
The opening of Wild Dog City is deliberately confusing.
“It was utterly dark, the cold air sinking in the high concrete tunnel with a dull rushing sound, like the long sigh of an invisible giant. The blackness was really absolute; the platforms and the blandly tiled walls and the trench lined with a metal track were all blanketed in that whispering emptiness. The electric lights that had once lit the subway had long since sputtered out.
But there was a sound, under the humming of air; claws softly scratching concrete.
The voice was high and strange, the word sharp in the blackness. It came again.
‘Mother! Mother, are you here?’” (p. 1) Read the rest of this entry »