And still he pressed…

The sensation was like pressing his face against glass, thick and smooth. First, he pushed with his neck, flattening his face against the invisible barrier. Then his back stiffened and tightened, crushing his flesh into that which would not yield. Next his legs and his arms. Then his mind, the infinite power of his mind…

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I can write books faster than I can produce them and the smaller the book, the faster I can get it out. I have 3 main books and 4 novellas. The novellas are self contained stories but give insight and background information on the main events. My questions is: should I wait on the main…