"This book is Sonny's garden of essences, word crystals, refined from a tumultuous lifetime of seeding, cultivating, composting, tearing into it, getting torn up, rising and falling as the seasons require. They describe a soldier's soulful journey among friends and foes along the many avenues connecting life and death. I hope it's a long time from now, but when Sonny gets his final call to Supreme Angelic Command Headquarters, my epitaph for him will be:
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