CZM Book Club: The Barrow Will Send What it May, Chapters Eight and Nine

Margaret reads the final two chapters of her book The Barrow Will Send What it May. 

See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:01):
Cool Zone Media. It's the Cool Zone Media book Club. Hello,
I'm welcome to Cool Zone Media book Club. I'm your host,
Margaret Kiljoy and this is the book club where you
don't have to do the reading because I do it
for you. And we are on chapter eight of my book,

(00:24):
The Barrel Will Send what it may. I'm enjoying reading
this to you, but I'm also enjoyed about the stuff
that we're going to do after this. And this is
the second book in the Danielle Kaine series. The first
one you can hear me read it to Robert Evans
at the very beginning of this book club a couple
of years ago. And the third book is called The
Immortal Choir Holds Every Voice and it's available for pre

(00:47):
order now. You pre order like really soon. You can
still get a signed book plate if you order it
from Firestorm Books, which is you know, it's a nashvillehere.
You can also buy it through them online and then
it'll get sent to you through the mail and it
comes out in June. And so I was like, well,
I should read you the first two books so that

(01:07):
you're all caught up, and so that's what I'm doing.
This is chapter eight, like I already said, and I
actually think this is chapter eight and nine. I think
this is going to be me reading you the rest
of the book. We're going to back up a little
bit and read you a couple paragraphs from the end
of the last chapter. I wonder what they'll do. I

(01:29):
was back upstairs, back on the panic couch. It didn't
hit me so bad this time, maybe because whether or
not it was me doing something, I knew that someone
was doing something. I knew that the current situation would
not continue indefinitely, even without physically moving. Every passing minute
got me closer to nod in the library as surely

(01:51):
as if I was walking towards the exit. Fuck off
and leave us here, Liscilla said, that's my guess. Thursday
and Doomsday sat on the love seat quietly whispering. Vulture
was asleep in a Sola's bed. Brynn paced her boots
a rhythmic clump clump on the floor. Every time her
circuit took her past the window. She peered out for

(02:14):
a second. Hey, she said. On one of her rounds,
she motioned us over. Check this out. In the distance
from the west edge of town, a thin trickle of
smoke turned into a billowing cloud erupting up towards heaven.
A Sola's house was on fire. Dun, dundun. That would

(02:35):
have been a cliffhanger if you weren't listening to the
next chapter right now, chapter eight. They're leaving, Brynn said,
all of them. Thursday asked, yeah, wait, no, almost everyone.
Mister Miller's still there, plus some other guy. Vascillis went

(02:57):
down to the window and looked out. Arthur Dawson, he said, runs.
Dawson's probably Miller's best friend in town. He armed. I asked, Oh, yeah,
what now, I asked, take to the roof. Thursday suggested, wait,
what the fuck is that? Brynn asked. The rest of

(03:17):
us stacked up by the window to peer out through
the crack to see what she was talking about. Sebastian
stood on the street, his face shaded by a baseball cap.
In front of him, a tall, thin man in blue
jeans held a pistol in his hand and had another
holstered at his hip. Sebastian's rifle, though, was leaning against

(03:37):
a parked car, and Sebastian had some stubby black device
in his hand. Sebastian stepped up to his friend and
jabbed him in the side while simultaneously muffling him with
an elbow around the face. Arthur went down thrashing. What
the fuck is he doing, Brynn asked Taser. Vulture said,

(04:01):
whatever it is, I said, heading for the stairs. We're
going to stop him. Informal decision making is great when
there's time, you bicker about what to do. When there isn't,
you just go for it. My friends were right behind me.
The ground floor of the library was empty, had been
empty for days. It already looked abandoned. Rats gathered on

(04:24):
the checkout counter. Sunlight cut thin swaths across the floor
from where it broke through the edges of the barricade shutters.
I reached the front door and carelessly through the bar
to the side. My motives here weren't entirely altruistic. I
wanted out. The door swung outward, and the day poured in,

(04:46):
blinding me for a second. As my eyes adjusted. A
rat ran out the door. Well, it tried to run
out the door. No sooner had it crossed the threshold
than green fire burst from its body and it collapsed
lifeless on the stoop outside. Everyone saw, I think, because

(05:07):
I threw out my arm to block the way, but
no one tried to leave the window, Brinn said. I
tossed back the shutter from the nearest window and opened
the pane. I couldn't see anything, but that meant nothing.
I edged my soulless hand out through the window, and
sure enough it tingled and glowed pale green on the

(05:29):
street outside. Mister Dawson lay motionless on the street. Sebastian
knelt over him with a hunting knife and an ice
pick grip, stabbing the corpse of his friend over and over.
It must take a massive amount of pain to raise
the barrier. Sebastian saw me looking and raised his head
to meet my eyes. I can't believe you killed him,

(05:52):
he shouted in a sarcastic tone. Then he switched to menacing.
You'll wait in there until everyone comes back from whatever
chaos you tricked my wife into causing. I'll let down
the barrier and you'll see how the town of Pendleton,
Montana deals with a bunch of freak murderers like you. Crack,
I jumped to the sound of gunfire. I'd never been

(06:14):
a particularly jumpy person before all of this adrenaline kicked in.
Turns out bullets don't have souls. Thursday shouted from the door.
More gunfire. He and Doomsday we're both shooting. And you
know what else doesn't have a soul? Corporations. It's not
even me trying to make a slight at corporations. They
just don't. And some of them advertise on our show. Also,

(06:38):
there's some stuff that isn't advertisements. No, they're all advertisements
that isn't corporations. Y'all ever do that thing where you
just start switching nouns around in sentences like a totally
normal person whose brain is working properly. Me too, well,
don't switch around the various nouns in these ads, because
then you wouldn't be able to take advantage of the eels.

(07:02):
Here they are and we're back. Sebastian reeled, maybe hit,

(07:22):
He spun a little and dashed behind the hood of
the nearest car. Bullets wouldn't get through the engine block, sadly,
or the days might have still had a chance. If
they brought him down, the barrier would drop with him.
They stopped firing. What now, Thursday asked, told you we
need a drone, Vulture said, not helping vulture. Doomsday said,

(07:45):
I'll check all the windows. I said, I was the
only one who could do it safely. I thought doing
the rounds would give the adrenaline a chance to clear
my system. But I was just too jacked up and
nervous for my body to consider calming down. Each time
I put my hand through the barrier at a different window,
A inched closer and closer to overwhelming nausea. It needed doing.

(08:09):
Though the last window, the fifteenth one, was in the
living room upstairs. I put my hand through, felt that green,
fire and dry, wretched. I couldn't remember the last time
I ate something. There was no way out. The townspeople
would come back and see Arthur Dawson stabbed to death

(08:30):
on the asphalt. Sebastian would drop the barrier, and dozens
of angry, armed, innocent townspeople would storm this place, and
what citizens arrest us lynch us. I could only come
up with two sources of hope. The days might kill Sebastian.
Maybe he was already bleeding out, or maybe he'd stick

(08:51):
his head up at just the wrong second. Or maybe
a Sola or Gertrude would find their way back, and
I guess kill him themselves. Slim hope either way, Maybe
one of us could rush the barrier. The witch's fire
took a while to kill Heather. Maybe one of us
could rush the barrier and kill Sebastian and the rest
of us could make a break for it. I sat

(09:14):
down on that same fucking chair I'd spent way too
much of the past couple days sitting on, and dropped
my head into my hands as my brain and stomach raised.
It should be Vacillis, I mean, mostly because he was
the odd man out. I'd rather lose him than any
one else. It should be Vassillis because he was the
one who didn't do anything for months when he knew

(09:37):
there was something evil going on. He was the one
who didn't step up. Hell, he was the one who
was too afraid to let Heather heal on her own
time and rush the ritual and got her killed. Cold
logic became a sort of hate as it coursed through
my brain. Vacilis deserved to die, and noble sacrifice was

(09:58):
about the best he could do. I could talk him
into rushing Sebastian. No, the fuck I couldn't. That snapped
me out of it. There's only so far our thoughts
can wander outside our ethics before something kicks in and
brings us back. If vacilis deserved anything, it was to

(10:18):
run a library and drink tea and study magic and
maybe fall in love again one day. To get over Heather, Shit, Heather.
I looked over. She was still on the table where
she died. Atop her, the book of Barrow sat where
Doomsday had set it down. She could get through the barrier. Hey,

(10:42):
I shouted down the stairs. Hey guys, I would like
the record to state my objection to this plan, Thursday said,
so that when it goes horribly wrong, I won't even
have to say I told you so. I would like
the record to state I think this is metal as fuck, said,
so that no matter how it goes, I'll be right boys.

(11:04):
Doomsday said, If this works, Fascilla said, she will be alive.
So long as Doomsday and I hold the ritual space,
our own life energy will hold open the gate. Unless
we condemn another soul to death and send it back
to Barrow in her place, she will die again. As
soon as we drop the ritual. We might be able

(11:25):
to hold it for an hour without risking our own lives.
Once it's over. Once Heather has passed through the gate
that second time, there's no bringing her back, not even temporarily.
Barrow won't be happy with any of us when he
doesn't get his due. He probably won't seek revenge, but
he probably won't heed our call ever again either. We

(11:48):
nodded solemn. I was beyond fear, firmly in the realm
of all We called them endless spirits or or sometimes demons.
But as I thought about what we were going to do,
I realized what they were gods. We were about to
risk pissing off a non abstract, non bearded dude in

(12:09):
the sky. God. I wasn't in awe of Barrow. I
was in awe of Doomsday of Vacillis for that level
of courage. Fortunately, none of the rest of us had
to participate in the actual spell casting. We stood in
a semicircle several steps away, outside the line of salt

(12:30):
that encircled the table. Vasillis spoke in Greek, then put
his hands on one of Heather's shoulders. Doomsday said her part,
we ask you Barrow to animate this vessel. She put
her hands on Heather's other shoulder. We opened this space
as ritual space, Vacillis said in English, this time, and

(12:54):
hold it so until such time as we close it.
Green fire erupted from the salt and encircled our friends.
When I was younger, I used to spread that conventional
wisdom that magic, real magic was subtle, not something you
could see. Nope, turns out that magic, real magic ain't subtle.

(13:18):
For shit, We ask you Barrow to animate this vessel.
Doomsday's voice filled every corner of the room, then faded
to nothing. Vasillis released his hands from Heather's shoulder. Then
Doomsday did the same. Then Heather screamed. Then she sat up.

(13:40):
Doomsday and Vasillis stood statue still. They had no energy
to spare on speaking or moving by their expressions. They
were in pain. Brin's turn, Heather, She said, as loudly
as she could, while still trying to calm someone down.
It's okay, Heather. Heather's scream subsided, and she jumped off

(14:02):
the table to her feet. She stumbled for a moment,
then caught her balance. She was still inside the circle
of flames. Is it safe, she asked? You can pass through? Yes,
Brynn said Heather came through the oar Boris tattoo still
looked fresh on her arm. It still looked like it

(14:22):
was healing. What happened, she asked, You died? Brynn said,
I remember that. Listen, Brynn said, taking in a deep breath.
This was hard on her. You're not back for good.
How long do I have? Maybe an hour? Brynn said,

(14:43):
She choked up, was barely able to get the words out.
As long as they can withstand the pain, basically okay?
Heather said, it clearly wasn't okay, and tears were forming
in Heather's eyes. Sebastian Miller did this, He did all
of this. He killed Damien and Loki and Asola and

(15:03):
now Arthur Dawson and who knows who else, And we're
trapped inside right now until he drops a barrier of
witches fire by choice or by lack of consciousness, and
that barrier only the dead can pass. Vulture stepped forward
and gave her a ratty black hoodie. She pulled it

(15:23):
over her naked body and it was long enough to
serve as a dress. Thursday stepped forward and gave her
a gun. She took it in her hand. Carefully and
dropped the magazine to count bullets before seating it back in.
Brynn had given her knowledge Doomsday and Vasilius had given
her this brief respite from death Thursday in Vulture had

(15:46):
both offered her gifts. I had nothing that felt wrong. Somehow,
the whole scene was so goddamned biblical that it felt
like I probably should have something to give her. I've
got nothing to give you, I said, feeling a bit
silly as I did. I'm dead and nothing's going to
stop that. So basically, anything I say right now I

(16:08):
can't really be held responsible for. She asked. I nodded.
Bryn is a big old fat crush on you, she said,
and then laughed. She's falling in love with you, she
told me herself. Heather Brynn said, it turns out Bryn
is capable of blushing. Okay, I'm gonna go kill this
fucking guy for you losers. She ran out the front door,

(16:31):
gun blazing. I mean I couldn't see the actual muzzle
blasts or whatever in the daylight, but she just ran
straight for that sedan with the pistol firing over and over.
She wasn't saving Ammo that wasn't good. It flushed him out,
though he must have seen her coming, and he ran.
Thursday took a shot from the door and hit him
in the leg. He dropped like he was a bike

(16:54):
with a stick in his spokes, and face planted. Heather
had a wild smile in her face, dropped the gun
and leaped onto his chest. She'd never meant to shoot him.
Her hands went over his throat, choking off his screams.
I put my hand into the barrier over the door,
watching the green light flicker over the gray mottled wound,

(17:16):
and I tried my hardest to disassociate from the nausea
that rose again in the pit of my stomach. After
a short moment, the green light disappeared. I reached farther, cautiously,
letting my wrist pass through the threshold. Nothing, my whole arm,
Nothing go, I said, and we ran out the door.

(17:39):
The plan was to get Heather inside for a final
goodbye while we packed up the bookmobile for as quick
an exit as we could manage. As soon as I
got near Heather, she stood up. Sebastian rolled over and
threw up. He wasn't dead, He'd just been unconscious. Why
isn't he dead, I asked, I've got a better idea,

(18:02):
Heather said, what's that? We make him fucking confess to
the whole goddamn town, bring everyone back to his place,
let them see his basement. Then he doesn't die, I said,
surprising myself, I didn't realize just how deeply invested in
the death of that man I'd become. He'll just go
to jail. Death's not a punishment, she said, so don't

(18:26):
seek it as one. You don't argue what death is
like with a dead woman. Brynn pinned Sebastian and Vulture,
picking up on what was going on, ran inside and
came back with duct tape. We hogtied the man there
in the street. Brynn searched him for weapons and found
a stun grenade. It wasn't magic he'd used to get

(18:46):
away from us behind the graveyard, just a damn flash bang.
Thursday grabbed the rifle, but left mister Dawson's guns on
his body. Brynn threw the man over her shoulder, crouching
a little with the weight, and jogged east toward the
gift shop. That woman she knew how to get things done.
Fuck just having a crush on brit I really was

(19:08):
in love. Gertrude was shaking, holding herself up against the tyrannosaur.
I ran ahead to greet her. She opened her arms
and I let her fall against me. She held me tight.
I saw the basement, she said, Oh God, I saw
what he's done. We're going to make him confess. No

(19:29):
one will believe you about the magic, not really. They
stare at me because I think I came back from
the dead, but they don't really believe it. I think
they actually stare at me because they don't approve of
me leaving my husband after a near death experience. When
they see the basement, though, I said, I'll go to
prison for a long long time and you kids will

(19:51):
be off the hook. She sighed, then pulled a phone
out of her purse and dialed a number. It rang
for a long time, then someone, Hey, she said, it's
miss Miller. Yeah, yeah, I'm okay, No, listen, No, you've
got it backwards. I wouldn't have believed it either. The

(20:14):
library people, Yeah, it was my husband all along. A
little pause. Look, just come to the shop and don't
threaten anyone until you've looked in the basement. Come see
for yourself. Everyone else trudged inside. I wanted to go
with them, because, as terrible as I assumed it would be,
I really wanted to know what was in that basement.

(20:37):
Someone needed to stay with Gertrude, though, and for some
unknowable reason, she'd taken a liking to me, so I
was standing with her when the posse what else could
I call it, rolled up? Two dozen men, all armed.
No one leveled a weapon at me, but neither did
anyone give me any impression that I was in any
way free to go. Well, one man said, stepping forward

(21:00):
and lifting his baseball cap. He was the spitting image
of that corpse we left in the street, and he
had an assault rifle with a hunting scope. My father's dead,
and the only reason I'm not shooting this stranger right
here and now is because she's a woman. Fuck you
shoot me, I said it without thinking there were at
least three reasons why that was the wrong thing to say.

(21:22):
But fuck, I hate that shit so much. What I
didn't kill your father? I saw Sebastian Miller do it. Bullshit,
Come inside, Trent, Gertrude said, shaking her head, tears in
her eyes. We went inside. Whatever blood there had been
at any point was washed off the furniture and the

(21:44):
cement floor. There were three large dog cages reinforced with
welded rebar. There was a shell filled with glass jars
of salts and herbs. The tranquilizer gun sat on a
work bench with darts and vials of tocsin next to it.
Most damning of all, a third of the floor had

(22:05):
been ripped up to reveal three grave length mounds of
dirt in parallel lines. Next to them two empty graves.
Besides that, a pickaxe, shovel, and the hill of exhumed
dirt and rubble. A dentist's chair stood in the center
of the room. There were no restraints, cobbled on, nothing

(22:26):
like that. The chair alone was terrifying enough. Thursday, Vulture,
Brin and Heather stood over Sebastian, who was still gagged
and bound with tape. Trent Dawson took off his ball
cap and held it over his chest. I would never
not in a million years, he said, before trailing off.

(22:50):
A few of the others came down with him, and
one ran back upstairs immediately, presumably to tell everyone what
was down there. Trent strode over to mister Miller and
ripped the tape off his mouth. Say something, Trent said.
There was gravel in his voice, barely concealing rage. I

(23:11):
stared at our captive, trying to guess what lies he
would tell and how he might have to counter them.
Sebastian staggered up to his knees. No, he said, simply,
I said say something. Trent roared, No, you killed my father,
you son of a bitch. I would like to speak

(23:33):
to a lawyer. I ain't the cops. I would like
to speak to a lawyer. Trent raised the barrel of
his gun level with our prisoner's face. No one moved
to stop him. The vulture got out of the way
in case the bullet kept going ricochet. One of the
townspeople mentioned that was apparently the only objection to putting

(23:54):
Sebastian down right then and there. To hell with you,
Sebastian Miller. Trent spit. He said, hell like he believed
in the place, which is frankly a different kind of
curse than when I use it. Gertrude, In respect for you,
for everything you've been through, I'm going to walk away.
You come and find me let me know whether or

(24:16):
not you need me to call the cops or fill
in one of those graves. They left us, simple as that.
Trumping heavily back up the stairs. Well, I asked Gertrude,
Gerty Miller said, I did it for you. Gerty gag him.
Gertrude said, Brynne obliged. Anyone know how this thing works?

(24:38):
Gertrude lifted up the dark gun. Sebastian whimpered. Vulcher stepped over.
You have to know your target's weight in order to
use it safely, he said. It's probably loaded for you
or a sola, so probably not strong enough to guarantee
it'll knock him out. Two shots a most certainly would,
but there's a chance it'll kill him. She turned, aimed

(24:59):
and f The dart went into his lower ribs. He
looked up more surprised than afraid. Lord, forgive me, she said,
but I cannot let this man walk upon your earth
another day. She fired again. The second dart pierced his belly.
Either the toxins were fast or he fainted. Hey, Vulture said,

(25:21):
we've got kind of a choice right now. We've got
a guy who's about to be dead soon. Anyway, in
case we wanted to. You know, it's never too late
to start over, Brenn said, looking at Heather. Heather shook
her head. I've been dead before. I'm not afraid to

(25:42):
be dead again. Fuck that, I said. Heather turned to me, surprised.
It's up to you. I get that, but really and truly,
this man is about to die. Let him not have
killed you too, The Apocalypse Thursday said, Remember how every
resurrected person brings us one step closer to the apocalypse.

(26:03):
A million to one Vulture said, a million to one
odds in our favor that we don't destroy the gates
between Heaven and Earth. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I added, okay,
father said, Hope broke across her face like dawn, brightening
faster and faster. I can't fucking believe, Thursday said, Gertrude,

(26:25):
you've got to be against this, right. I don't want
another living soul on this earth to have to go
through what I went through. Gertrude said, knowing that an
innocent person died so that you might live. But he's
dying anyway. Apocalypse Thursday shouted. If he there's the second coming,
then she's the second coming, Gertrude said, and that's God's will.

(26:47):
I can't, I don't. Thursday took a deep breath and
calmed down. Heather, you okay with this? Okay? She said.
She had tears in her eyes and a smile quivered
on her lips, coming in and out of existence. Then
we better hurry, I said. A bullet hole in his

(27:07):
leg and two doses of God knows what those day
threw Sebastian over his shoulders and walked sideways up the
steps like he was moving an awkward piece of furniture.
Trent and his friend stared at us as we troop
passed them through the gift shop. Gertrude put two of
those darts into him before having a change of heart,
I explained, we're getting them into the library. Bacillias knows

(27:29):
about this stuff. I have a feeling, though, that we'll
be right back here to bury him. None of it
was technically a lie, even Trent nodded. On the way
out the door. I swiped Pendleton shot glass, Dun, dunt, dun.
This is where there would be a cliffhanger, but instead
it's not because I'm just going to read you the

(27:50):
sort of epilogue, which is chapter nine. But you know what,
before I read you the epilogue, which is chapter nine,
I'm gonna subject you to I mean, give you the
opportunity to peruse some of the finest goods and services
available to anyone, which are available to you. And here
they are, and we're back chapter nine. There aren't so

(28:28):
many glaciers in Glacier National Park anymore, but the vistas
are still something special. Clouds sat heavy on the horizon,
threatening rain, with the lake below us shone a heavenly blue.
And earlier that day I'd seen a mountain goat and
its kid. My left arm was in a sling. I'd
ripped a stitch, after all, and while Vulture had been

(28:49):
happy enough to sew me back up, he insisted that
I try harder not to mess up his handiwork this time.
Brin lay on her stomach next to me, stick and poke,
tattooing my the ora boris. It's never too late to
start again. The bookmobile was parked nearby Vasillis, and Heather

(29:09):
had given it to us, and I have to admit
it's a step up from the Honda Civic, at least
for traveling with five people. The ritual had gone without
a hitch, and Heather got to stay living again. Despite
what Vasillis had figured, she decided to stick around Pendleton.
She told us that new beginnings don't have to involve
new places or even new people, which is obviously wrong.

(29:33):
New places are the only thing worth living for. But
I suppose not everyone is a traveler demon crewe, Vulture said,
sitting in the open door of the van. No, Thursday
said an ARCO team. No, you're not even trying anymore.
The children of the Road. Now, you're just saying random things.

(29:55):
These two had been added all afternoon. Brynn had mentioned
us needing a crew ne and Vulture couldn't seem to
get the idea out of his head. The A team.
Vulture said, that's taken. Thursday said twice over, I changed
my mind. Brynce said, I don't think we need a name.
Is that actually true? Or do you just want me
to stop brainstorming? Vulture asked, I honestly don't know the

(30:18):
answer to that. Brynn said, her voice low enough that
only I could hear her. Caine's children, Vulture said, No.
Thursday said, wait, I don't know. That's pretty metal. No,
I shouted, grumble, grumble, grumble. Vulture said, like he actually
said the word grumble three times. I thought you all

(30:40):
were going down to the lake. Brynce said to leave
us alone. We were, Thursday said, But then Vulture and
I agreed it was more fun to argue where we
had a peanut gallery. I looked around for something to
throw and saw an empty soda can left by some
other picnicker before us. It didn't fly well, but it
made my point. They left. Should we do this? Then?

(31:01):
I asked, while they're gone, totally, you're sure you're not
worried they might come back and catch us at it? Absolutely.
I reached into the top pouch of my travel pack
for the book i'd hidden there, A Lustful Bride for
the Horseman Prince. I read chapter one. Brynn smiled. I

(31:24):
first came to these lands in search of fame and
glory because I believed those things mattered. Instead, I found her.
Brynn giggled as she stabbed my leg repeatedly with an
inked needle, and I read to her. I didn't tell
her anything about love, not yet. There would be time
enough for that. Hey, guys, time to go. We gotta go.

(31:48):
Let's go now, Vulture was out of breath. I woke up,
my head curled in the nook of Brynn's arm. The
book lay across my hip, folded open on its spine,
which is a terrible thing to do to a library book.
What I was groggy and mostly thinking about the book
and whether or not Vulture had noticed it and read
the title Magic Fed's gotta go, Magic Feds more this time,

(32:09):
go go go. I staggered to my feet, and Vulture
handed me a pair of binoculars. There on the road,
a string of three identical black SUVs threw up dust.
Those could be any three identical black SUVs with tinted windows,
I argued, but I handed Brynn the binoculars and grabbed
my pack. Thursday had the engine running by the time

(32:32):
we climbed into the back of the bookmobile. Brynn slammed
the door shut and we were off. No specific destination,
not yet, but I had a feeling one would find
us soon enough. Dunt dunt dum. And that's the rude cliffhanger.
I left everyone on for like seven years. I don't

(32:52):
know whatever how long it took between that book and
the next book. But the next book is coming. It's
coming so soon. It's called The Immortal Choir Hold Every Voice,
and I don't really have any specific notes or thoughts
here at the end of the book, I hope you
liked it. I'm proud of it, and we'll be back
next week with more Cool Zone Media Book Club. It

(33:16):
Could Happen here as a production of cool Zone Media.
For more podcasts from cool Zone Media, visit our website
coolzonemedia dot com, or check us out on the Iheard
Radio app, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you listen to podcasts.
You can find sources for It Could Happen Here, updated
monthly at coolzonemedia dot com slash sources. Thanks for listening.