THE PUPPETEER Requiem

About the Book

She didn’t move throughout his speech, her mind racing with the repercussions of her actions. Closing her eyes, she contemplated. Could she really do that to them, all of them? “So, what is your choice?” he asked. His voice drifting into her ears like a dream. Could she? An image of Joe lying dead in the streets, a gunshot to the head passed through her mind. Followed by Marcy and Jackie violated. Covered in vile fluids as they struggle against their bindings. “Stay on the sidelines and watch as your friends are tortured and raped, and killed?” They took her mother away. Kept her in the dark about her lineage this entire time. They threaten the life she knows. The world. “Or fight against their advances?” Opening her eyes, they hardened as they focused on his figure. Standing straight, she locked eyes on him, and only on him.

About the Author

The things you say are lines. Nothing more than words from a script. What you are doing is nothing more than a role. Simply playing your part as it is written. Who you are, or who you think you are, is nothing more than a character. Your family, friends, associates are the cast. And I’m the puppeteer who pulls the strings, cast the parts, pick the characters, assign the roles, and written the lines in the ongoing show known as life; with the world as my theater and you humans as my muse. Your hearts are my inspiration. Your bodies are my vessels. Your souls are my paper. Your blood is my ink. The show is sold out. The seats are packed. The actors are positioned. The band is warming up. The theater stills. The curtains rise. Allow me to introduce you to what you know as life as the band begins the melody you all will remember for all eternity.