EXTRACT: CH 36 Loops

Catherine May sat at the empty dining room table in the quiet hall with her bug-eye sunglasses protecting her from the glare. Untouched silver cutlery surrounded her together with a rainbow-cocktail of antidepressants. A pot of fresh tea steamed as it drew. Motionless oaks partially obscured her view of the mountain. The matron’s shoes traversing the parquet foyer, clunked across the large echoing void, unnoticed in the humdrum. Large wooden doors rambled onto a slumberly patio where patients read and played bridge beneath umbrellas standing guard. The pristine garden, its perfectly manicured kikuyu, stretched out luxuriously, but she preferred sitting indoors, alone.

EXTRACT : CH 3 Davie - I wanna fly too

“Did you see that? Did you see that?” she squealed, chewing on a thread of hay. “Did you? T’was so loud.” 

“Yup, sure did,” he replied. “Someday I’m gonna fly like that, Birdy. I tell ya, I’m gonna rip through the sky,” he said grabbing the strand. 

“You can do anything, Davie-boy,” she said, closing her eyes and breathing in the fresh grassy smells. “Like a bird. If you gonna fly, best you take me with,” she said, moving her hand into the gentle breeze like a plane swooping through the sky. “I wanna fly too.”

EXTRACT: CH 22 On an ordinary day

He dabbed the foam on his cheek with the rabbits-hair brush, the present from Herr Weiss on that fateful forest day. His Spanish was excellent by now, having been in Argentina for almost 50 years, but he couldn’t hide his Lithuanian seed. He practised speaking, while he shaved with the single-blade razor, squinting out the one eye where his father had hit him with a buckle in drunken tirade. He hated his tormented life. His only friends and acquaintances were his memories. The fire within him was driven by fuel – the memories like coals on a hearth.

EXTRACT: CH 58 Black guilt

A feeling of weightlessness overcame him. He held his breath, but his heart was at its maximum. He couldn’t close his eyes. They grew wider. An overwhelming feeling of untangling from physicallity overcame him. He felt like he was soaring – free of gravity - flying through the air, arms aloft – into a glistening pond ... he wasn’t alone … someone was twirling on their back … hair splayed on the water surface … it was someone he recognised …

Holocaust Obfuscation : The truth shall set you free

EXTRACT: CH 13 Monday 27 March 1752

“It’s the truth,” said the Gra, staring at the flames flickering at the stove.“It is in the understanding of why Nashon wanted to take his own life that the seed of our purpose is revealed in an act so great, it encapsulated these confluences and caused the Shkhine, the great spirit of our Oneness, to descend from the spiritual realm into our physical world.”

EXTRACT: CH 49 Martin

Martin sat at his desk with a smile, his fingers pressed up against each other. His plan was coming together. For years he had imagined his puzzle like a revenge cosmos – each piece like a satellite orbiting the geometry of his mind. Each orb with its own purpose, carefully chosen, or stumbled upon. And slowly he guided each of them with its own set of rules, constellations and gravity, into the evolving continuum, drawing out the assassin. Now everything was in place – the galaxy was in motion for the big bang. He was ready.