Prologue to "Dueling Moons: A Pat Wyatt Novel"
When men – because it is usually men – duel, they fight for love, honor, truth and chastity. Well, I wouldn’t know about chastity, but I do know a thing or two about duels. It’s a fight to the death, with one or none of the two parties surviving.
It’s a scary thing a duel. A bullet or a blade through the heart or an artery and you’re done for. But what if you can’t help it? What if a duel is the only way out? What if it is the only way you, or the ones you love, can survive? What then?
Then you stand tall, put your big girl panties on, and do what needs to be done.
Like the moon. It does what it has to because it relies on its orbit. If something were to happen to that, it would fall out of the sky or move through space all willynilly. We would lose it forever, and when we looked up at night there would be a big hole where the moon used to be.
So if the moon can rely on its orbit then I have to rely on my insincts. Even if those instinct told me to fight someone I knew I would never be able to beat. A duel to the end. And in the end, there was nothing but darkness.
The darkness known as death.
By: Laura Del (a.k.a. The Fiction Writer)