The First of Chaos strode into the Borderland, summoning the rains with his raised palms. Would their thunderous return drown the land and all those toiling in its dust? He harbored little doubt of that outcome. Would they quench the thirst of a parched and dying land to foster new life? Of that end, he was curious. Chaos wasn’t devoid of hope, but it was always unpredictable.
He turned to the peaks, the land of goblins and raptors, of hooved climbers and burrowing rodents. Towers crumbled. Ridges eroded, swept down by torrential rains. Giant trees toppled like kindling, hillsides laid low by mud-clotted waves, pummeled by sand and stone.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
“Chaos wasn’t devoid of hope,” How lovely and how true!!!
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Thank you! That’s the most important line in the story. 🙂
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Nice one!
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Thanks so much, Kevin ❤
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Thanks again for sharing, Sue. Have a fantastic week.
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Very glad to share, Diana.
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She is an amazing author and absolute sweetheart (if that’s allowed to say these days)!
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I hope it is… as I agree with you, Kevin 🙂
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You can take a boy out of the South…
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😀
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