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As Replaced is set the desert in Southeastern California, I decided to have the background  reflect that on here as well as my author website.

I also plan on matching the background of the site to at least one theme in each book.

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Update:  Both the Defiant Hydrogen Blog and my author website will be undergoing layout changes over Labor Day weekend.

Replaced: First Chapter

                                                  Chapter One

There is a diminutive city resting within a corner of its particular little world.

This city does not have a formal designation, for the developer or any other human beings have not given it one. This small city lies nestled at the foot of a small mountain.

The mountains have no snow on the peak, nor did they ever have snow on the peak of them, unlike mountains in Colorado. At the halfway point of the mountain, going to the foot of the mountain and going through said town, is an unnamed river.

This river is rather large in proportion to the town with no name. This town with no name has a very small population and seems to have a few buildings that are absent.

The missing buildings in question were not stolen, for they, on no occasion, had ever been there. The buildings that are missing are not important, but they will be there anyway.

There is a public library on the northern side of town, as one would leave to visit the mountains. No one ever crosses the threshold of this public library nor does anyone ever exit the library.

It is a high quality built library, but does not possess any books or furniture in the interior.

Supposing that you were in the air and floating at will over the small city, across the town to the south side of the city, and in sweeping your gaze from city block to city block, your eyes come to rest upon a man.

He is somewhat short in height in contrast to most people, but that does not trouble, inconvenience or worry him. Nothing bothers him.

He wears a small custom made electric blue cardigan sweater, which he does not need, bell bottom pants, which fits him in a satisfactory way, custom made oxford shoes, that are almost the customary color of oxford shoes, but slightly lighter, but he does not wear any socks. His hair is a burnt sienna, but from the way it looks, the hair might as well be painted on.  He is thin, but not emaciated, sturdy enough to remain upright on his own two feet, which are glued in place on the pavement.

He has been standing in this one spot for a week and a half now, but he has not moved from this one spot.

Under no circumstances has he slept, for he is never tired, never raised one foot like that of a flamingo, or an egret or a heron in order to give his foot a rest, never sat down, never laid down, has not even moved one part of his body even to blink for he does not have any functional eyelids.

His hands are, to some extent, outstretched at a forty-five degree angle from his body, but he does not think anything odd of this. He faces the street as though he is looking back the on the route he had taken to get to this spot, but he had not come from that direction or any other direction except up.

He had come from the sky of this small city, rapidly and lightly coming to rest on this one spot. If he could look up at the yellowish white sky of this world, he would be able to see the bright motionless sun of this small municipality.

The sun of this city unexpectedly stopped shining without forewarning for days at a time. The people of this city did not panic or stray from whatever it was they were doing.

When nighttime fell upon the city when the sun went off, nobody could see anything as the streetlights of this small town did not work.

Nothing in this small town worked as it had been supposed to. The people of this small town never seemed to be aware that nothing from the doors (which never opened); to streetlights to even, the cars themselves never worked the way they were supposed to

Suddenly, large white, very wet, slightly cold globule of something fell from the sky and landed on the man on the street corner by the nonfunctional fire hydrant, covering him from head to toe. A small portion of the globule also landed on the fire hydrant.

If the man could feel anything, he would almost certainly be disgusted, taken aback or incensed even.

If he could speak, he would have most likely expressed his opinion on the subject of him being covered in a disgusting gummy substance. If he could move, he would have wiped his face free of the offending substance and would have walked the silent, nearly empty city in search of a working shower, which he would not find.

Instead, he stood on the street corner and did nothing or said nothing as a voice from the heavens rang out and the silhouette of a giant fell across the path of the silent, still man on the street corner by the fire hydrant that did not work.