Forsaken by Shell, Kevin

Forsaken (Paperback) (ISBN-13: 9781494818043)

Vendor: Kevin Shell
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Format: Paperback
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Forsaken by Shell, Kevin

Forsaken

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Forsaken by Shell, Kevin

Forsaken

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Format: Paperback
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"I walked the night for years before I dared to walk again in the light of day. Until then, when I ventured out of the cave, I would wait until the time when the moon was at its darkest in the sky. Shame and black bitterness stained my every thought for decades. I passionately avoided any pool of water if there was the slightest chance that I might see my own reflection, even for an instant. I could not bear to see the monstrous reminder of my sentence, my eviction from humanity, the permanence of my exile. I did not know how terrible the curse would become then; how absolute was my damnation. Not for two hundred and fifty-one years did the full horror of what had been decided completely seep into my understanding. The soul-deep, consuming and abiding loneliness and sadness of what it means to wander accursed for all time; to remain. At that time, with the stupidity and inexperience of most of childish humanity, I was absolutely stricken with the physical manifestation of my sentence. Yet, even then came the stirring realization of that ultimate separation with which I had been doomed...condemned to wander the earth in the shackles of time...forsaken by the living and the dead."

Author: Kevin Shell
ISBN-10: 1494818043
ISBN-13: 9781494818043
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Language: English
Published: 01/12/2014
Pages: 190
Format: Paperback
Weight: 0.50lbs
Size: 8.50h x 5.50w x 0.40d
By Kevin Shell
By Kevin Shell
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Like the character of Kyle Tombs, who is introduced near the end of this story, Kevin Shell too is a missionary's son. He spent most of the first nineteen years of his life overseas, in many foreign lands, and learned the folk lore of a dozen nations as a result. " Entranced, I listened to the tales that my Filipina baby sitter told me as a young child. In a fascination that was beyond my understanding, I read the mural stories chiseled into the stone walls of Angkor Wat in Cambodia, left there by the hands of priests that had been dust for a thousand years. I have placed my hands on the gothic statues that stand at the head of the graves behind castles from one end of Europe to the other, and heard the account of their histories. All these, and countless memories of the same kind, live on in my heart. I hear their whispers still."

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