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Live life to the full,
feel life in your heart
and relish every
Thank you for inspiration.
When an eye shows clarity and light, a connection to the soul is revealed.
When an eye is devoid of the celestial blueprint, the soul is lost...
It becomes Retina Blue
The moment of awakening came from the most unexpected source, at the most inconvenient time. It plunged a person’s life into complete disarray - that was how it was supposed to be.
Olivia squinted in pain, rays of light shone directly into her eyes from the window. Her apartment looked bleary. She lifted her face from the floor and peeled some sketches from her cheek. Instinctively she checked the back of her head for blood. Nothing. Her black, curled hair was matted but there was no wound. Through the blur, something darted across the room. She froze. An androgynous figure wearing black was moving closer.
Inhaling hard, she shook her head. What the..?
A dark shape in the intruder’s hand caught her attention. ‘It’ intended to kill her.
“When you’re good and ready we will talk,” it said.
Its voice was deep and confident - mysterious. “That’s once you stop bloody fidgeting!”
Olivia stared. It did not return the glance, instead its eyes, behind dark glasses, remained fixed on an ornate, shimmering hourglass. It appeared to be counting something down.
“What have I done? Who are you? Who sent you?”
“Shhh! I’m waiting,” said the figure.
“Waiting for what?”
“Waiting for the precise moment.”
In the exhibition hall of an exclusive art gallery, a plump, fuming, fifty-something art agent paced up and down muttering under his breath. As he loosened his tie, his shifty eyes darted about in agitation. Hunching his shoulders, he grew increasingly rigid.
“That girl’s always late! It’s her last bloody chance!”
He scraped his chubby fingers over his balding head.
“Complete and utter disrespect! What does she think I am?”
He paused by a white framed window and stared out. For a moment, he just shook his head and checked his watch. I’m sick of it! If she doesn’t get here soon, I’ll have her bloody killed, that way her work might be worth something!http://www.amazon.co.uk/Labyrinthine-Interior-worlds-ebook/dp/B008Y65FWU/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1345322349&sr=8-2