I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected.” But I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. “After all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself” “Who better than you know that?” the goddesses said in wonder. “But… was Narcissus beautiful?” the lake asked. “Ah, it is no surprise that you weep for Narcissus,” they said “for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand.” “I weep for Narcissus,” the lake replied. He said that Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into the lake of salty tears. At the spot where he fell, a flower was born, which was called the Narcissus.īut this was not how the author of the book ended the story. He was so fascinated by him self that, one morning, he fell into the lake and drowned.
The alchemist knew the legend of Narcissus, a youth who knelt daily beside a lake to contemplate his own beauty. Leafing through the pages, he found a story about Narcissus. The ALCHEMIST picked up a book that someone in the caravan had bought. Paulo Coelho the author of Alchemist is one of best selling and most influential authors in the world. Release me from the dreadful chains vanityĪnd shield me from the clutches of dismay I need you sword to slash the rope that binds me, Longing for you from a far rescue me from the And without Henry Fitzroy, mere mortals like Vicki and Mike would not long survive against the ancient force of chaos that had been loosed on their world… But unless he, Vicki, and Mike could find the key to conquering the magic- raised menace stalking the streets of Toronto, Fitzroy’s true identity might soon be exposed and his life might prove forfeit to the uncontrollable fears of humankind. Henry Fitzroy had long since learned to survive without killing, learned the skills needed to blend in with the human race. For Fitzroy, the illegitimate son of Henry VII, had knowledge of realms beyond the mortal acquired over the centuries during which he’d mastered his own insatiable need- the- life- from- death cravings of a vampire. And as death followed unspeakable death, Vicki became more and more deeply enmeshed in an investigation which would see her renewing her stormy relationship with her former police partner, Mike Celluci, even as she teamed up with writer Henry Fitzroy in a desperate attempt to track down the source of the seemingly unstoppable attacks. Vicki Nelson, formerly of Toronto’s homicide detail, now a private investigator, witnessed the first attack by the force of dark magic that would soon wreak its reign of terror on the unsuspecting city. It began with blood and death amid the streets of late- night Toronto.
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