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Feb 2015
All are doomed to love.
All are doomed to die.
Tonight bring the black tomb.
For even the most high.
Even those in this room.
Cannot pretend to fly
And I know.
Even you.
Even I.
Must die.
I found myself engulfed by Pike's words--caught up in the nightmares he describes, the strange lights, the odd occurrences, the scenes pertaining to the advanced civilization that was Ancient Egypt, the wrenching fight between keeping love alive or resigning yourself to moving on. Anybody who has ever entertained the notion of bringing someone they love back from the dead should read this one first. Sometimes it is indeed better to be left dead rather than suffer the ceaseless pain that the real world offers.

Everyone in this novel is trapped in their own never-ending tragedy. No matter how much they claw, and scream, and assure themselves they are doing the right thing, they ceaselessly end back in the storm of the madness.
Rachna Beegun
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Rachna Beegun  Mauritius
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   --- and John Byrd
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