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This book describes a slave's journey from the deepest state of poverty to the fulfillment of a prophecy, a destiny that he himself foresees when he states in his thoughts: “I feel peaceful when I look at the sky, as if I am being embraced in the tranquility of the universe.”
How does he respond to the temptations set in his path and all the challenges? With humility and faith in the many strangers he encounters who guide him to his unpredictable end.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019
Slave: Fulfilling a Prophecy
Rowan Knight
Published by 22 Lions Publishing, 2019.
Title Page
Title Page
About the Publisher
Introduction
Chapter 1 - Despised
Chapter 2 - Secrets of the Night
Chapter 3 - Visits in the Kingdom
Chapter 4 - Betrayed
Chapter 5 - Chosen
Chapter 6 - The Message
Chapter 7 - The Journey
Chapter 8 - The Shadows
Chapter 9 - Rituals
Chapter 10 - A Parallel World
Chapter 11 — The Arrival at the Palace
Chapter 12 - The Unpredictable Royal Palace
Chapter 13 - The Final Attack
Chapter 14 - The Prophecy
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Slave: Fulfilling a Prophecy
By Rowan Knight
Copyright © Rowan Knight, 2019 (1st Ed.) All Rights Reserved.
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This book describes a slave's journey from the deepest state of poverty to the fulfillment of a prophecy, a destiny that he himself foresees when he states in his thoughts: “I feel peaceful when I look at the sky, as if I am being embraced in the tranquility of the universe.”
How does he respond to the temptations set in his path and all the challenges? With humility and faith in the many strangers he encounters who guide him to his unpredictable end.
I don't remember how my childhood went. All I remember is always feeling hunger, cold and sadness.
Today the sun rises and sets, but I don't feel the days go by. I feel that it is always night, that day runs fast and that there is no hope or meaning in living.
However, I look around and see a crowd eager to devour itself. All that hangs in this society seems to be hate, violence and sex.
Prostitutes abound and this is ironic for marriages that continue to be consummated as a rule.
It seems that wars serve as an excuse for when sex becomes boring. It is an age of violence and suffering in which we live. And yet, humans don't seem to feel their souls, they don't seem to feel the need for purpose in life.
I am poor and so is my family. I live in a corner of a square where every day they look at me like I'm not entitled to a heart that beats and asks for food.
My mother begs every day. Asks for my sisters. For to her I am the devil's son.
She does not consider me her son and brings me with her fundamentally for protection. I'm the man in the family after my father left us.
I know little about him except that he beat me more than my mother. I remember the many days my head bled and my tears streamed down my cheeks and spilled into my chest.
