The Troubadour turns off his darkness generator.
Well that's better than nothing... but due to health restrictions [Non-Alcoholic Steato-Hepatitis which is to say non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver] you can have mine [hey i'm an retired old guy on the US national transplant waiting list].
One thing i do suggest if you decide to do that or make it a kindle book is both of those books need a serious edit. I don't know how it happened but know a lot of the prose and poetry didn't seem to be what I originally submitted.
Hey Ratz! Give me a Lemonade with a Virgin Maria on the side.
Ratz looked at the Troubadour closely. "Are you sick or somting? "No biggy Ratz I'm doing what everyone eventually does."
Ratz set the drinks down in fron of the Troubadour. "And that iszz?
"Why dying of course! So it's nice to see your ugly face and listen to your squeaky actuators and see that the old crowd some time drifts thru. I've missed you all and glad that for a time you were all my friends.
With a last look around the Troubadour turned on his darkness generator and faded away