Book 1, Prologue, Pages 15 and 16

We’re transported again, finally, to a field of asphodel. It is night, the stars are twinkling above. Standing amongst the white tall flowers is our lonely king, the manifold hero, his back towards us. He gazes at a blue stone on his palm.

Author’s Voice:

Come, my friends. Come

and gather round.

Bear witness

with your two eyes

and two ears

and one voice

to my story among stories.

Of this king

of many names

and many faces…