Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of the as yet named novel started in 1993. This chapter, we find out what happened at the stroke of midnight, as well as the rest of day.

*** The following is the chapter that follows Chapter 1 from the unnamed novel. (note: this was originally written in 1993)

Festival of Samhain

Halloween originated as a festival to cast out evil spirits from the body, soul, and home.  These days, parents send their children out to roam the neighborhoods.  It seems some things never change. . .
-excerpt from Curtis Tyre’s journal [October 30th]
Plus ça change, plus c`est la même chose.
(The more things change, the more they remain the same.)
-Alphonse Karr from Les Guêpes [Janvier 1849]

The moment the clock in Greenwich shifted from :59 to :00, there was a loud clap of thunder, and the power went out.  Only the candles on the tables lit the room.  The entire bar shook and spilled many glasses to the floor, of which several broke.

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Chapter 1

*** The following is the chapter that follows Prologue.

The Meeting

Fate plays little tricks on us.  You might think you have free will, but try as you might, you can’t prevent things from occurring if they are meant to. . .
-excerpt from Curtis Tyre’s journal [September 5th]
Iacta alea est.
(The die is cast.)
-Julius Caesar:  from Plutarch, Lives, Romulus, section 32

After he gained the information acquired a day before, Curt made a phone call that would start a new chapter in his life.

“Hi. Is Timothy home?” Continue reading “Chapter 1”


**Note, this was written in the early 90s. Technology was different then. It was pre-casual internet use. Also, a modern term replaced something that was bugging me at the time it was written. That term was not in general use at the time.


My father once told me that change will occur when you least expect it.  I feel the winds of change blowing.  Does that mean that nothing will happen?
-excerpt from Curtis Tyre’s journal [September 4th]
There is nothing in this world constant, but inconsistency.
-Jonathan Swift:  A Critical Essay upon the Faculties of the Mind [1707]

October was less than three weeks away. By the look on Curt’s face, he Continue reading “Prologue”