GRENDEL + 1
Grendel / John Gardener
So childhood too feels good at first, before one happens to notice the terrible sameness, age after age. “Theories,” I whisper to the bloodstained ground. So the dragon once spoke. (“They’d map out roads through Hell with their crackpot theories!” I recall his laugh.) I understood that the world was nothing: a mechanical chaos of casual, brute enmity on which we stupidly impose our hopes and fea..