Things Not Subject To Gravity
"You sure have some screw loose," Set said while running his hands over his face.
"Maybe, or maybe I'm the only character of this story who knows the truth." Sybil gracefully shrugged it off. He played with the gold ring on his fourth finger, turning it around a couple of times. Then he bent over the table, staring intently into the eyes of his guest. "Set, do you think there is a fixed set of invisible rules? Do you believe in the concept of right and wrong?" he asked staring intently into his eyes.
"I believe in what I see," his guest replied dryly.
"Even Newton when he discovered gravity believed in what he saw, yet there is an infinite number of invisible things and, among those, countless are the things not subjected to gravity." A soft smile hung on the Oracle's lips.
Set slapped his hands on the table and bent over too, glaring back at him.
"And what does this has to do with me almost fucking your housekeeper?" he replied.
Mr. Green has been sent to New York, enlisted with the task of finding Sybil Vain, an enigmatic fortune-teller known as The Oracle. Sybil Vain is looking for somebody else though -- the boy of his dreams, or more precisely, the recurrent premonition of his own death. Set Voland is an homeless who attacked a child without apparent reasons and was caught by the police. He's also the boy from Sybil's nightmares.
What if they gave you an impossible task?
What if you could predict your own death?
What if you were meant to kill somebody you don't even know?
An eccentric metaphysical thriller, embedded with questionable personalities and teachings for the spiritual growth, opening the door to the exoteric world and holding the key to make all the mysteries disappear.
The cover picture's credits go to @J26Design.