“You are not getting the point”
“Explain again…this time clearly.”
“Very well…but this time listen….clearly.”
“It’s like this…I am real….You are the illusion, a figment of my imagination. But for some reason you are stuck in my head and I cannot get you out.”
. In B-town and across the region of Peel....crime thrives.....Always has and always will.....But our finest never gives up the battle to keep our streets as safe as humanly possible.....even if it takes extra-ordinary measures. That is why the combined decision of our City leaders agreed to create Special Task Force One.
“Yes….Maybe I will dare.” Timothy cheered. “And I dare you Mr. Cavalier…if you have the courage?”
“Sometimes Mr. Mundanie…..What looks like courage is stupidity. However…if you chose to be stupid then I must follow and try to keep you from something totally disastrous.”
“It is with greatest regret Madam that I must inform you that your husband’s body has been discovered at the rear exit of the hotel. I am afraid it appears not to be accident or any other mishap. He has been murdered.
A gentle mist curled in from Vancouver Harbour enveloping the harbour front and rail yard. Building, it drifted mystically over Crab Park, across West Waterfront Rd. and finally enveloping the quiet by-ways, alley-ways and streets of Gastown.
I passed through the arbor into the woods and followed the trail as it wound through the maples to the clearing in the birch stand….where there was always a cache of fallen…well dried branches ….perfect for kindling. I leaned down to collect a few small pieces and as I stood straight again I swooned and a blink of my eyes later my gaze was set upon a village….
I didn’t panic…not yet….That came later but by then I had good reason to panic. In the mean time I went out to try and find out what the hell was happening…or….had happened….and how I had managed to sleep through it.
ONE DAY AN UNHAPPY MAN WENT FOR A DRIVE
He went for a drive. That’s it. Just a drive. A drive with no destination and for no particular reason except to clear his head….get himself out of a melancholy mood…maybe even find a smile somewhere in the gloomy realities of his life. But the real question ….that he needed to answer was…”Why Am I Unhappy.
Plucked from the instant of death Jack Roberts is taken from the plight of wwii to wander among the stars pursuing adventures that once he only imagined.
As he explores galaeth he is enlightened about his own world and discovers that reality is relative to the writers of history, current and ancient. Jack Roberts Paladin Of Galaeth is the first series in the Chronicles Of Galaeth.