The Savage Quiet September Sun

<I>I grew up watching the New York skyline and from my flat tar roof in Queens I was able to see the World Trade Center in lower Manhattan as it was being built. I felt a palpable thrill each time I passed these glistening towers of glass and steel. Those magnificent edifices defined the size and vibrancy of the city for New Yorkers and people all over the world.</P><P>When those stately giants collapsed on 9/11 their loss was compounded by the civilians and rescuers who were inside when they fell. I knew people who died that day and most every day since 9/11 I think about them. Because of those lost I felt an obligation to react to 9/11 in fiction. <i>The Savage Quiet September Sun</i> is the result of three and a half years of pain reflection and eventually catharsis.</P>-Victor Lana August 2005</I></P>