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Fall, Icarus, fall I told you not to fly so high.

With only his dreams and his Uncle Luke to guide him down the dangerous streets of Inner City, America, Reverend is forced to battle real and wanna-be-down-gangsters, slingers and stick-up kids, gun-running gamblers, and corrupted cops and courts. Narrated in vernacular slang by Old Man, a savvy streetwise sage, Reverend Went Walking immerses readers in a subculture of people fettered by systemic failure. Exposing socio-economic inequalities and the conflict between spirituality and organized religion, Reverend Went Walking reveals how at-risk youth in America are too often neglected and ignored. Can Reverend soar above the gritty streets, overcome the betrayal of his first love, Mighty Missy Brown, or will he become another statistic, his dreams extinguished before they have an opportunity to spark? Reverend Went Walking is a truth-driven suspenseful rollick of a modern-day American Hero and his search for the lost American Dream.

And Rev just smiled. The word secret danced in Reverend’s head like MJ moon dancing. Back and forth, up and down, sideways. Unh, Unh, Unh. Yeah, man, the word secret danced. Danced like a wild stallion snortin’ and pouncing and unable to be tamed. Come to life right off the pages of a Louis L’Amour novel. Secret, from the Latin secretus, separate, set apart. Least that’s what Reverend read in the big dog-eared dictionary down at the library. Secret, secretus, separate, set apart—but that didn’t define the word for Rev, anything but. His and Luke’s secret may have separated them geographically, may have set them apart for the time bein’, but naw, man, their secret was goin’ to bring them together—forever—once they could share their great secret with the world. Unfortunately, my dudes, Reverend still didn’t know some secrets can’t or never will or never should be shared. True that. Good secrets, bad secrets, healin’ secrets, or hurtin’ secrets. Don’t matter. A secret is a secret is a secret, and most just ain’t shared proper. Ain’t meant to be or can’t be. Any secret has the power to destroy. Evil or righteous. But our boy Rev smiled anyways. No one could tell him that his and Luke’s secret wasn’t the motherfucker of all secrets. No, sir, their secret wasn’t separate and settin’ them apart, no, dawgs, their secret was special and joining them together. What God has joined together. Their special secret. Let no man tear asunder. Their special secret. This is the word of the Lord. Their special secret. Praise be to God. Their special secret. How special, Reverend had no idea.