This weeks excerpt. Hope you enjoy it.
The thing about the volumes of the books of prophecies was that they were written by prophetic seers which would ordinarily be fine except there were none of them left alive to interpret the passages. They were not in any form of chronology that her scribes could detect. The passages were frequently rife with double meaning or no decipherable meaning at all. A fact that never failed to provide a sea of rage upon which Alcine floated like an island. The volumes had been in existence for thousands of years and some passages spoke in future tense of things already past. They were frustrating to no end. The other thing that frequently gave fuel to Alcine’s anger was that for any except a prophetic seer to interpret the prophecies in these volumes carried an unpleasant side effect of slow, yet ever increasing madness. It made for reluctant students of the volumes at best. One of her best interpreters was, as a matter of fact, recently beginning to think he was a banana tree.
Wish you well,
Lee and Cella
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With his thirst slaked Gib rose to his feet to check out the area where the noises seemed to be coming from. As he drew nearer to the little pool the sound of playful laughter grew cleared and closer. Gib felt a strange pull toward the little area of calm water. He could see the reflections now, of the trees that surrounded the trail. With each step toward the still area of the stream he felt a peaceful lassitude settle like a warm cloak around him. He would just go to the edge and look into the water. He felt a certainty that if he did everything would all be alright again. There would a peaceful rest for him. Drawing closer and closer to the unmoving water he watched with a detached feeling as the waters turned so black they were mirror-like. Just a few steps now and he would see the answer.
Lee Stephens ~ Novelist 