Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Prologue

As soon as you read the first sentence of the book, you're hooked. While the page moves on, you really start to understand what is happening. During this first section of the book, you are an inspector looking to see if the fragment of the Will is still held safely, and guarded by the sentinels (large steel guards that are more flexible than a elastic band) to be sure that none can touch the Will. No one has touched the Will for ten thousand years (which I think now means that someone will touch the Will) and it had not changed since the day it was torn. The inspector in my opinion has no sense of fashion, because the book describes him as wearing a white shirt that was not really white, along with a badly tied green necktie that did not adequately disguise the fact that his collar had come adrift. Finally, he is described as wearing a top hat that had "seen much service" and was both squashed and leaning to the left. When he raised it to acknowledge the sentinels, a sandwich wrapped in newspaper fell out. This part of the book takes place on a dead star (dark matter). Each one of the sentinels have a specific time (1 o'clock, 2 o'clock....), and they are in charge whenever it is their time of day. Now that the inspector had seen the Will and knew that all was in order, he began to leave. But as he left he knew that something wasn't right, but he didn't know what, and he also knew that to falsely raise the alarm would be punishable by either demotion or being stripped of his power and memory, and then placed in the secondary realm as a living breathing baby. As the inspector went over to his transport plate, something small, skinny, and very black shot between the legs of the 12 o'clock sentinel and onto the transport plate. Then the alarm went off. I think that this small and black thing, was the Will, and the inspector now will be in A LOT of trouble with those higher up than him. The inspector knew what the black streak was, it was a line of text from the Will, and it had just escaped.

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