Amazonas

The river, the river. She thought it would never end... They were in search of The Slave Tree, and this had been a mistake. As the boat traveled up the river, deep into the heart of darkness, Henrietta watched Edwin closely. She watched him chew at his fingernails and spit into the river. She watched a vein in his temple that never stopped throbbing and the tic that made a muscle twitch beside his eye. She watched Edwin and the man named Crown whispering some secret, back and forth, as if Crown was hypnotizing Edwin. The most frightening part of this insane journey was not the fear of losing her husband. She had passed beyond fearing that. But if she did lose Edwin, here, so far upstream from the last outpost of civilization, surrounded by the green-walled forest and the dark and tangled terrors it contained, what in the name of God would become of her? There were things moving about the jungle, and there was a madman waiting for them at the end of their journey... and then, most importantly, there was The Slave Tree, which held a secret so dark it could drive a person mad. Amazonas is a piercing look into the true of heart of darkness into which many men enter... and few ever return.