Of Beginnings and Ends
S. K. Kruse
Publish Date: September 8, 2026
ISBN 978-1-944521-58-5 (Hardcover)
258 pages, 5.5 x 8.5 in.
ISBN 978-1-944521-26-4 (Softcover)
258 pages, 5.5 x 8.5 in.
ISBN 978-1-944521-27-1 (Ebook)
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Of Beginnings and Ends
In every ending waits a new beginning.
Evy has always been able to feel the sorrow hiding in others. One day, she reaches out to a stranger drowning in his grief and is whisked away to a vast, luminous hall.
The hall demands a choice. Evy must pass through a mist-shrouded arch to her best path forward or a side door offering a detour. Either way, pain awaits—the crucible of transformation or the slow decay of refusing to change.
Across the years, Evy returns to the hall without warning, always met with the same demand. Choose. Each time, she is plunged into strange realms uncomfortably familiar, where her hopes and fears, beliefs and doubts take shape as uncanny landscapes and characters who seem to know her better than she knows herself.
Witty, numinous, and deeply human, Of Beginnings and Ends is a reckoning with the painful crossroads of existence, and an ode to the courage it takes to embrace every ending as the threshold of a new beginning.
A Soul-Making Keats Literary Award Winning Novel
“... S. K. Kruse’s thought-provoking and humorous portrait of Everywoman Evy and her soul-searching quest is a riveting philosophical, spiritual, and psychological saga ...”
“The threads of humor which balance the seriousness of Evy’s quests appear at unexpected moments and places to offer not just comic relief, but satisfying contrasts to her encounters:
“There are other tailor shops along the way where a person could get a look at you if they really wanted to, but I wouldn’t worry about it—there are things hidden so deep in each of us that even you can’t possibly know yet why you chose half the stuff you did.”
“Well, that’s a relief,” Evy said, looking around to see if anyone was checking her out in the window.”
— D. Donovan, Senior Reviewer, Midwest Book Review
An Excerpt
Some choices in life were irrevocable, like flushing a goldfish down the toilet or flinging yourself off a fifteen-story building. And a whole lot of things came close, like getting plastic surgery, buying a winning lottery ticket, or quitting your job and investing your life savings in that vintage bowling alley in your hometown, but most of life, she supposed, was like this. Daily choices. To get up and go to work when you're depressed. To be patient with your special needs kid. To stay sober for one more day. Each time you remade the choice, you had your little victory and followed your best path forward, only to be invited again, twelve miles down the road, to take the same blasted detour.
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