K.A. Nkhoma

From the time the first stars punctured the dark shroud of night, we have been aware of death. Before the dust was given life and the waters began to bubble, we have known of our inevitable conclusion. Its herald taps us on the shoulder, almost in a friendly manner, reminding us occasionally of our limited time. Many are afraid and run away. The foolish ignore him until it's too late. Yet, the wise prepare for him, creating a special place to greet his arrival.
Like fish caught on a line, we cannot escape him. He stands, always the patient sentinel, waiting to draw us to the shore. He is known by many names; demon, darkness, reaper, the end. But his duty remains constant; a catcher of souls. The Fisherman of Twilight Shores. These are the tales of those he meets. The tales of souls caught on his line.