From the flap: no more than a dark pencil line on a blank page. A horizon line, maybe, but also a slot for blackness to pour through. A terrible construction site accident takes Edgar Freemantle's right arm and scrambles...From the flap: no more than a dark pencil line on a blank page. A horizon line, maybe, but also a slot for blackness to pour through. A terrible construction site accident takes Edgar Freemantle's right arm and scrambles his memory and his mind, leaving him with little but rage as he begins the ordeal of rehabilitation.