My name is Kenneth Clark Wells. I'm a published author and I'm writing poetry, children's picture books, and an epic fantasy novel about the Seven Elements of Magic. What can I say? I'm eclectic. I've survived a near mid-air collision, a grizzly attack, and raising three daughters. When I'm not writing I'm flying for a major airline. I write under the pen name K.W. Bunyap.
Zane has crept from the sewer to watch this drunken bum. Why?
Shadows on the cobblestones retreated as a growing swath of sunlight crept toward the prostrate form. The man stirred when the bright, cruel light of morning drew him back to painful consciousness. With a low grown, he struggled to his hands and knees. He rested for a moment, peering left and right through half-lidded, bloodshot eyes. Zane guessed he was looking for a place to begin drinking and forgetting all over again. The man’s gaze settled on the door to The Cracked Skull. He rose, reeling, and stumbled up the steps, disappearing back into the bar, never once noticing the timid boy watching over him from the shadows.