The Darkening of the Light

Nick Buchanan’s beautiful cover for The Darkening of the Light

Perhaps the best work I have ever done, The Darkening of the Light represents over three decades of work.  Edna Eileen Stax receives a chip implant that is supposed to help her in her work as a school teacher, but instead it plunges her into a world of darkness, followed by a series of dream-like alternate worlds in which her estranged husband comes back to her.

Here’s an excerpt (sorry for the wonky spacing — I can’t seem to fix it):

 

Edna Eileen Stax gave her handbag to her mother
and bravely lay down on the hospital bed where the
nurses would prep her for the surgery. As a school
teacher, she had risen to the top of the list for the
new implant, and as the daughter of a wealthy family,
she could afford to pay for it. She felt frightened and
excited at the same time, anticipating the joy of
having a wealth of information at her fingertips – or,
more properly, at any wireless access terminal. She
had no way of knowing that one of the nurses had
failed to wash his hands before he helped with the
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shaving of her long blonde hair on the back of her
neck, or that he had just come from assisting another
patient with a bedpan.
Lying on her stomach with her head resting on a
donut-shaped pillow, she allowed the operating room
technicians to stabilize her head in a metal
contraption that might have served as a tool of
torture in another era. The poke of the needle stung
when the anesthesiologist began numbing the back of
her head, and she cried out.
“Sorry,” she said. “You have a lot of nerves there on
your scalp, but soon it will be numb.” The
anesthesiologist continued poking around with the
needle, meticulously describing a circular pattern of
shots around the surgical area. The needle stung
every time, and the medicine burned as it went in.
Edna felt a sense of unreality in the operating room,
where she was surrounded by masked people in
green cotton suits, with plastic covers over their
shoes and plastic gloves on their hands. The bright
overhead lights washed out the little color that she
could see in the stark white room. She had enjoyed
good health all her life, aside from the usual
childhood diseases, so to her mind the scene was like
something from a soap opera, not real life.

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