David Anwar Robinson Quillen always felt disconnected from his life, almost as if he were living someone else's. Then came the book, and with it's release, the mediocre hustler turned meteoric literary star would soon find out just how accurate his quiet delusions were. Suddenly with every passing moment, the feeling of being just a step off the pace, finding clues to the grand illusion like bread crumbs seconds after they were left to be found intensifies. Encounters and miraculous happenings the writer once chalked up to coincidence take the shape of omen and other worldly intuition. Exhausted from chasing the ghost of a woman who's face he remembered but voice long since forgotten, at age 44 he had bottomed out. Lost his last job for the last time. Despite it's vivid nature, his ever active imagination could have never dreamt up the wild shit he would soon find himself eyebrow deep in. The decision to say "fuck it" give ear to the voices and pick up his pen, unlocks a door to a life he had always felt lurking behind the scenes in the very back of his being. Eyes wide open to the realities of unfathomable and limitless power, the author is catapulted into a quest to discover who he truly is and has been all along. But there's danger, thick and crimson coating the walls of the drastically narrowing hallway that his life is becoming. As ancient cabals and secret societies harken to prophecy foretelling of such an awakening. Has a new combatant, maybe the most powerful yet, charged purposefully behind the curtain into the shadows their clandestine theater of a war? Or will another name be added to the legend of those who came before and were consumed by it's age old fires. A seismic shift in the balance of universal power lies within the answers of one man's search for purpose. After all has been written, his story could either reinforce or redefine the razor edged difference between the pendulums swing and the guillotine's surgical fall.All Rights Reserved