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T2 The Future War by S.
M. Stirling
PROLOGUE
SARAH'S JOURNAL

SPRING

ALASKA

It's beautiful here, so peaceful. Sometimes I stand on the
porch in the mornings, coffee mug in my hand, and just listen to
the living silence. Wind soughing through the trees, the cry of a
bird, the rustle of some small thing in the dry leaves. I am so
grateful for this time.

The air here is like wine, so pure, so fresh. I haven't slept this
well in years. Everywhere I look there's beauty. How I hope this
will last.

LATER

I miss John. Oh, he's here; chopping wood, mending fences,
and riding Walter, our gelding. Here, but not present.
Sometimes, especially during the long summer twilight, I see
him just standing, staring off into the distance, and I know he's
thinking about her.

He never mentions Wendy, and I wonder if it's because I
resented her. I regret that, bitterly. She was young and innocent
and I was too impatient with her. Then, so suddenly, she was
gone. I sometimes sense her ghost between us. It saddens me.
 Not that our relationship has always run smoothly; but we'd
grown so close in Paraguay. I guess I expected that to last
forever.

Perhaps I'm being too impatient. After all, my own scars are
barely healed. I still dream of Kyle, beloved stranger, my savior.
He hasn't even been born yet. I wonder if he will be.

But I do have the comfort of Dieter's love. I love him not one
bit less for still loving Kyle. But he's here beside me, and John
stands alone.