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    The Burning Cathedral of Summer: Stories of Darkness and Youth
    The Burning Cathedral of Summer: Stories of Darkness and Youth
    The Burning Cathedral of Summer: Stories of Darkness and Youth
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    The Burning Cathedral of Summer: Stories of Darkness and Youth

    By Wayne Kyle Spitzer

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    Mickelson took the bag and appeared to set it on the floor before turning up the stereo and cocking his arm out the window, still shaking his head. Moments later, looking in the side-view mirror, he said, “There they are. Right on time.”

    We all glanced at each other—before craning to look through the rear window and seeing Jud Spelvin’s rodded out Ford Falcon bearing down upon us, its chromed stacks glinting and its headlights shining, and its cab virtually crammed with pasty-faced seniors, at least one of whom I recognized as Buddy LaCombe—the third biggest asshole at Prosperous High. And, considering twenty was all we’d had and we planned to hit and run, this was a problem.

    I looked at Benson through the rear-view mirror and saw him smirk at our reaction.

    “Awww,” he said, and pretended to pout. “Why so sad? You didn’t think it would just be us, did you?”

    But nobody said anything, just stared straight ahead at the road, the road that would take us to Mirage Lake and the thing we’d left buried under the brush, as Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band sang "Fire Lake" and the sun crept toward the stark, blue horizon, and shafts of light pierced the trees—like spears through a sacrifice, I thought. Or sunlight through a cathedral.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWayne Kyle Spitzer
    Release dateJul 28, 2019
    ISBN9780463176047
    The Burning Cathedral of Summer: Stories of Darkness and Youth
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    Wayne Kyle Spitzer

    Wayne Kyle Spitzer (born July 15, 1966) is an American author and low-budget horror filmmaker from Spokane, Washington. He is the writer/director of the short horror film, Shadows in the Garden, as well as the author of Flashback, an SF/horror novel published in 1993. Spitzer's non-genre writing has appeared in subTerrain Magazine: Strong Words for a Polite Nation and Columbia: The Magazine of Northwest History. His recent fiction includes The Ferryman Pentalogy, consisting of Comes a Ferryman, The Tempter and the Taker, The Pierced Veil, Black Hole, White Fountain, and To the End of Ursathrax, as well as The X-Ray Rider Trilogy and a screen adaptation of Algernon Blackwood’s The Willows.

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      The Burning Cathedral of Summer - Wayne Kyle Spitzer

      THE BURNING CATHEDRAL OF SUMMER

      Stories of Darkness and Youth

      by

      Wayne Kyle Spitzer

      Copyright © 2019 Wayne Kyle Spitzer. All Rights Reserved. Published by Hobb’s End Books, a division of ACME Sprockets & Visions. Cover design Copyright © 2019 Wayne Kyle Spitzer. Please direct all inquiries to: HobbsEndBooks@yahoo.com

      All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this book is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      "Do it," Orley urged, and though I didn’t look at him, I could feel those earnest brown eyes looking at me—eyes that always seemed just a little too intense, as if he might burst into tears or kick your ass at any moment.

      We made a pact, kid, said Kevin, his voice low, his intonation world-weary—even though he was the same age as the rest of us—Han Solo to the core, at least for today. Besides, this was your idea.

      I hesitated, the sharpened stick wavering, as the big, green caterpillar inched across the pavement. I know. I watched as the insect’s bulbous sections undulated, rising and falling, glistening in the sun. It’s just that—

      Here, said Orley.

      He took his own stick and used it to roll the caterpillar onto its back, where it curled into a fetal position and promptly froze, looking like a shrimp at the Chuck Wagon buffet, its multitude of little legs ceasing to move, its tiny antennae holding perfectly still.

      Okay, read that passage. The one about daring to approach the gods. You know, where it talks about blood and danger and becoming like gods ourselves. I saw you bookmark it.

      I looked at the book, The Encyclopedia of Death and Dying—which was lying atop my orange nylon schoolbag precisely where I’d left it—and stood, hefting the volume and cutting to the mark. The sun passed behind a cloud as I read, Participants in blood sacrifice rituals often experience a sense of awe, danger, or exaltation, because they are daring to approach the gods who create, sustain, and destroy life. Therefore, morale is strengthened by the ritual killing, because the group has itself performed the godlike act of destruction—and is now capable of renewing its own existence.

      There was a slight breeze, which seemed to give the proceedings a funereal air, and I continued, The underlying philosophical assumption is that life must pass through death.

      Orley said, That’s it. Okay. So. He looked from me to Kevin—earnestly, intensely—gripping the sharpened stick. Considering what’s ahead of us … He paused, letting that sink in. I think we all know what we have to do. He added: And why.

      We thought about it, the sun beating down, the breeze jostling our hair. The lake. The sword. The visitations in our dreams. We knew.

      "So I say we get to it … before the Valley Boys show up and it’s too late. Way too late."

      I looked at Kevin—who just looked at me with that Zen Master expression of his but seemed to confirm—before again crouching by the caterpillar. And then we all gripped our sticks—and prepared to do something really shitty.

      By the time the sun re-emerged the caterpillar had crawled across the sidewalk and into the grass—leaving us more than a little red-faced, not to mention uncertain as to what had just happened. Mostly, I think, we were just relieved.

      I couldn’t do it, said Kevin wistfully, "Not with the

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