Not Science Fiction or Fantasy...not even a favourite book of mine...but I do like the ending
Rick is a hundred yards away across the river, flittling from tree to tree like playing Indians. I shall have an audience for my ritual. Now he is leaning against a tree and peering at me through some instrument or other. How the devil did Rick L. Tucker manage to get hold of a gu
From
The Paper Men by William Golding.
It's a fine way to end a first-person account in a tragic and yet believable way.
