On 'Quintessence'.
The questioner becomes the answer to
the question asked.
She spoke in a whisper, ‘It is all we
are.’
Music. Music that rises up out of the
abyss, so dark, so deep. The music of quintessence. Of the shape and form of
the world. Of the man.
A red lacquered box that he cannot
bring himself to open – let out the music – let out the darkness – let out the
horror – the truth of what lies within.
The light. The light that shone so
brightly in her eyes. His soul – given as a gift – offered up as a sacrifice –
as absolution.
A dead boy. A dying man. A god. A
monster.
She asked, ‘Who will you choose to
be?’
The questioner becomes the answer to
the question asked.
Quintessence.
She spoke in a whisper, ‘It is all
that we are.’
Quintessence, a novel by Andrew meek. Available for download now on Kindle.
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