Sunday, 4 September 2011

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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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