I question my sanity
The doubts rage in my mind
But I chose to ignore them
Though I think I do so at my own peril
The emotional departure is clearly delineated
But I don’t want to see it
For if I do, the truth will no longer be hidden
And within the honesty is only pain
So I continue to lie to myself
The deceit offers me comfort
A deluge of conflicting messages
Infiltrate the confused corners of my mind
They puncture the fantasy
But only for a few moments
The incisions are coated with half-truths
Layers of fraudulent tissue cover the holes
Altering the authenticity of the mental broadcasts
Distorting the purity of the visual images
The fantasy then becomes the reality
Until the truth is no longer latent
And another deposit of lies
Settles over that of the old
Born of their seeds, kingdom will rise against kingdom, one will hold great mysteries, one will turn the tide and one will not be bound. War is fought, not only on the field but also within the mind. Nothing is what it seems take nothing for granted.
This is the long-awaited 4th book of The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier, a future world without people. Think Planet of the Ants, not Planet of the Apes, for young adults and adults.
An ex-soldier, now turned farmer, wakes one day to find mysterious marks on his hands and wrists. All seems well until black riders appear and kidnap his family. On his journey to recover his lost loved ones and to discover the meaning of the strange
Best regards,
Leland