“Dawn raced like fire across the savanna.”
Mike Bond“A moment of peace and silence, breathing in and out the frigid air, watching daylight seep into the forest, hearing the first chatter of distant crows, the wind sighing over the snow and through the fir and pine branches and the twittering of chickadees as they flitted in little tribes from tree to tree.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine“Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine“Already this sun was pouring its wrath into the blue Indian ocean where swordfish and marlin cruised like silver-blue attenuated warheads in their green-gold depths...”
Mike Bond, The Last Savanna“These steel monstrosities screamed night and day, blotted out the starlit skies and Northern Lights with flashing red strobes, slaughtered thousands of bats and entire flocks of birds banished tourism and wildlife, made people sick and drove them from their now-valueless homes.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine“Then I remembered how she was - fiery, ruthless, smart, and despite herself very caring, not a person who hurts anyone.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine“We sat bathed in luscious darkness, Casco Bay's thousand islands spread out before us like a diamond quilt. 'I don't get enough of this,' she said.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine“I have spent hours and hours watching elephants, and to come to understand what emotional creatures they are...it's not just a species facing extinction, it's massive individual suffering.”
Mike Bond, The Last Savanna“Water was how the desert would bring everyone together. The antelope's daily prayer, weighing the mortal need of water with the mortal danger of obtaining it.”
Mike Bond, The Last Savanna“Though at opposite ends of our country, Maine and Hawaii are, other than climate, much alike. Places where you say who you are, be who you are, keep your word, and don't cheat or lie to take advantage of each other. Where you protect other folks because they are your tribe.”
Mike Bond, Killing Maine“One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain.”
Mike Bond, The Last Savanna