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Murder, rape, deceit and secrets plague an African-American family. The struggle between the power of money and the strength of familial love is put to a test. Michael Goodman searches for the truth after the mysterious departure of his mother. His journey leads him down a path of deceit, lies and an enigmatic light that beams from the eyes of the ones labeled as deceivers.
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Voice of the Eyes
“What is the light?”
Michael demanded entering the apartment. Who more would know the answer to the burning question than his younger brother? Devilin is more profound than most middle aged men. People all over the city of Chicago seek the words of wisdom from the young guru.
The genius lied on the couch staring at the ceiling. A pot of coffee brewed, a tray filled with different cuts of deli sliced meats and chesses, and a basket with assorted breads arranged neatly on the kitchen table. The food was tempting. Michael hadn’t eaten for days, but answers were needed more than food.
Devilin sat upright. “The light is the guide to life?”
“Don’t start with some magical tale,” Michael said sitting in the black chair.
“Magic is categorized by the use of supernatural powers.”
Michael pointed his finger. “And no inspiring words as if the cure of cancer is in my hands.”
“What do you want?”
“Not to be treated like a child being introduced to solid food with small pieces. I want the whole truth,” Michael snapped.
“Then act like a man and open your mind,” Devilin retorted. “The truth is about life. You are a chosen one and special talents have been granted to you.”
Michael rolled his eyes and sighed loudly.”
“The light is wisdom,” Devilin said softly.
“Stop it,” Michael said waving his hands and jumping from the chair. “Wisdom is not something glowing from someone’s eyes.”
“Can you prove it’s not?”
“I don’t have much time.”
Erah blared in the phone after Michael answered it. “If Devilin is around go into another room. I don’t want him to hear you.”
Michael took the cordless phone, went into his bedroom closing the door. “Mom, please no more warnings and far fetched stories.”
“Just listen for a few minutes, because I know they’ve been working on you, by discrediting me. I was wrong. I’ll admit that. I was protecting you. I didn’t want you to hate your father. What are Devilin and his people telling you?”
“Nothing…I don’t know.”
“I know. He wants you to join his organization. Don’t be fooled like I was. I found out what the light is.”
“Its wisdom,” Michael said sounding like someone holding on to the last strain of hope.
“Is that what they’re telling you?” Erah said with a half hearted chuckle. “The light is generated from specially designed contact lens.”
“What?”
“I saw a cheap pair in a novelty shop as part of a Halloween outfit. Gabriel is an electronic genius capable of creating anything.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Explain why you can’t see your own wisdom. I’m sure they came up with some illogical explanation. They’re using this so called magical gesture to spark intrigue then play on your emotions. These are a group of highly intelligent people.”
“People…?”
Excerpt
A tale emerged from the days of old about a great family, surfacing and easing the suffering of the afflicted. The head of the family, a powerful mysterious father possessed unlimited resources. He bared children with extraordinary gifts. The patriarch built a special place flowing with milk and honey for his family and those who desired a place to flee from the stressed laced cities. Two sons competed for leadership in the fortress of happiness. Secrets, greed and murder plagued the family causing separation. One son was chosen and later murdered. The defeated one became evil waging war against the father and others who refused to worship him. And, through deceitful measures the evil one and his son caused havoc to the future generation of the chosen one. The great father formed a diamond—four angles—to battle the wicked son and his evil deeds. And their voice shall be heard through their eyes.
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