West Virginia -- fiction
The Alleghenies are a wild, harsh place. Starkly beautiful and unforgiving, these mountains that run through southern West Virginia have been home to farmers working small plots of land for generations and others who mine coal. For most, there is a razor-thin margin between survival and death, especially for those who look to nature to supplement their existence. For her part, nature, as Matthew Neill Null plainly shows in his Allegheny Front stories, does not care.
There are all kinds of angels. There are the sort that make grand pronouncements from God—bright, shining beings that are meant to be obeyed. They usually say their piece, and then they’re gone, leaving humans to make the best they can of the situation. That wasn’t the kind of angel that followed Henry Bright home from the Great War. No. This was the kind of angel who hung around and made suggestions, pretty much constantly.