Dark Revelations The Depths of Perception Zach Black Turner Maxwell Books Free Publishing Free Books Free Literature Free Writers Turner Maxwell Books are an independent co-operative of new writers, committed to publishing inspirational literature. Turner Maxwell Books has over one hundred writers, producing original stories not seen in any other bookshop, Turner Maxwell Books has established itself as a successful and viable publisher. This achievement lies in its innovative and daring approach to establish a shorter supply chain that is simply focused on the requirements of the reader. “I once knew a man so tall; he could slit a hole in the sky and examine the stars.” Contents 1. The Darker The Night, The Brighter The Dawn 2. Ever The Pessimist 3. Lilith’s Coven 4. The Mirror’s Edge 5. Absence of Mercy 6. Bloody Tonics! 7. The Garden of Eternal Summer 8. The Stranger The Darker the Night, The Brighter the Dawn As the day comes, I sleep; I awake when the night arrives. I stand before the window and gaze across the darkened landscape. The sky is clear and the moon has come out. The trees have been stripped bare by a course winter. Skeletal hands, reaching up, silhouetted against the icy blue glow of the bright moon, luminescent in the black sky. The shadows cast are empty, cold and dark; they match my mood, and remind me of my failures. It’s freezing cold now. Pulling on my coat, I go out onto the porch and breathe in the air, it’s so sharp it gives me a headache. I have never known cold like this. The yard seems so close now, I can see for miles around. Ice has sheeted all over the land, across the ground and up the trees as far as the eye can see. The sky is a black, velvet backdrop, littered with stars, shards of blue with ice clinging to them. I drop myself into a the padded leather office chair out front and pick up my grandmothers copy of the new English bible, the edges worn and tattered through use. My hands begin to nip with the cold, the nerve endings feel like they are being pierced with a thousand red hot needles, but I don’t care. I think about my dead end job, my poor financial situation, and of how every time, I tried to do something positive, I failed, dramatically. I felt useless, empty, and lost. I read by the dim glow of the porch light until my vision blurs and my mind can no longer make sense of the words on the pages before me. My arm aches with the weight of meaningless explanation and I drop the heavy volume with a dull thud. The wooden floor vibrates with the impact, causing tiny, whirlpool ripples in the untouched mug of coffee sitting at my feet. I turn off the light and darkness envelopes me. I feel comforted, darkness, my kin. Still, I sit, watching the horizon when the sun comes up. The giant ball of flame, the life giver, rising above the landscape, casting an orange hue over the world, and bringing hope in the promise of a new day. I bask in the sunlight and my mood soars. A new beginning awaits me, a fresh start. The darker the night, the brighter the dawn. Turner Maxwell Books Free Publishing Free Books Free Literature Free Writers Turner Maxwell Books are an independent co-operative of new writers, committed to publishing inspirational literature. Turner Maxwell Books has over one hundred writers, producing original stories not seen in any other bookshop, Turner Maxwell Books has established itself as a successful and viable publisher. This achievement lies in its innovative and daring approach to establish a shorter supply chain that is simply focused on the requirements of the reader.

Dark Revelations

The Depths of Perception

Zach Black

“I once knew a man so tall; he could slit a hole in the sky and examine the stars.”

    Contents
    1. The Darker The Night, The Brighter The Dawn
    2. Ever The Pessimist
    3. Lilith’s Coven
    4. The Mirror’s Edge
    5. Absence of Mercy
    6. Bloody Tonics!
    7. The Garden of Eternal Summer
    8. The Stranger

The Darker the Night, The Brighter the Dawn

    As the day comes, I sleep; I awake when the night arrives.
    I stand before the window and gaze across the darkened landscape. The sky is clear and the moon has come out. The trees have been stripped bare by a course winter. Skeletal hands, reaching up, silhouetted against the icy blue glow of the bright moon, luminescent in the black sky. The shadows cast are empty, cold and dark; they match my mood, and remind me of my failures.
It’s freezing cold now. Pulling on my coat, I go out onto the porch and breathe in the air, it’s so sharp it gives me a headache. I have never known cold like this.
    The yard seems so close now, I can see for miles around. Ice has sheeted all over the land, across the ground and up the trees as far as the eye can see. The sky is a black, velvet backdrop, littered with stars, shards of blue with ice clinging to them.
    I drop myself into a the padded leather office chair out front and pick up my grandmothers copy of the new English bible, the edges worn and tattered through use. My hands begin to nip with the cold, the nerve endings feel like they are being pierced with a thousand red hot needles, but I don’t care. I think about my dead end job, my poor financial situation, and of how every time, I tried to do something positive, I failed, dramatically. I felt useless, empty, and lost.
    I read by the dim glow of the porch light until my vision blurs and my mind can no longer make sense of the words on the pages before me. My arm aches with the weight of meaningless explanation and I drop the heavy volume with a dull thud. The wooden floor vibrates with the impact, causing tiny, whirlpool ripples in the untouched mug of coffee sitting at my feet. I turn off the light and darkness envelopes me. I feel comforted, darkness, my kin.
    Still, I sit, watching the horizon when the sun comes up. The giant ball of flame, the life giver, rising above the landscape, casting an orange hue over the world, and bringing hope in the promise of a new day. I bask in the sunlight and my mood soars. A new beginning awaits me, a fresh start. The darker the night, the brighter the dawn.

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Copyright © Zach Black 2009

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