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“This is what you left, I thought. The vindication of the choice you made to leave that night. Vindication and horror. Sometimes being right isn't all it's cracked up to be: how many times in the last few years I thought about bitter fruit, how when what you are right about is-- well you can't even look at it.”

Quote by Peter Heller

Work

The Dog Stars

In this gripping post-apocalyptic novel, a man named Hig survives in a world where the majority of humanity has been wiped out by a mysterious virus. Living in an abandoned airport, Hig struggles to maintain his sanity and find purpose in a world that has become a desolate wasteland. His life takes an unexpected turn when he encounters a woman named Sal and her dog, Manfred, who join him on a journey across the desolate landscape. As they navigate the dangers of the world, Hig and Sal must confront their own fears and the harsh realities of their new existence. more

Author

Peter Heller
Peter Heller

Peter Heller is an American author born on February 13, 1959. His works span various literary genres, including novels, non-fiction, and poetry. Heller is known for his distinctive narrative style and profound depiction of the natural environment. more

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