He was that one, of course, and the night found him sitting in the back of a purring car being driven around the frosty streets of London in search of somebody to help him finish the story. He and Judith had married and lived happily for five years, until, for reasons he still didn’t understand, their joy had foundered, and the two had become one. Within a few weeks of setting eyes on Judith he had managed to supersede Zacharias in her affections, and the three had dwindled to a blissful two. That arrangement hadn’t lasted very long. Just as Quexos’s Law required, his story had begun with a trio: himself, John Furie Zacharias, and, between them, Judith. But had some student recited Quexos’ First Law of Drama to him this cold November night he would have nodded grimly and said: Ail true, all true. It was, in his bluntly stated opinion, a waste of breath: indulgence, flummery, lies. Being a man of contained emotion, Charlie Estabrook had little patience with the theater. And more significantly, as certain in life as it was in art. It was a hard philosophy, but he claimed it was both immutable and universal, as true in the Fifth Dominion, called Earth, as it was in the Second. He dubbed them cheats and told them they were swindling their audiences out of what he called the last great procession, when, after the wedding songs had been sung and the dances danced, the characters took their melancholy way off into darkness, following each other into oblivion. The writers of fables and comedies were particularly vociferous in their scorn, reminding the worthy Quexos that they invariably ended their own tales with a marriage and a feast. Needless to say, this dogma did not go unchallenged. It would steadily diminish as the story unfolded, three becoming two, two becoming one, until the stage was left deserted. And even this essential trio would not remain intact or so he taught. Greater numbers might drift through the drama, of course-thousands in fact-but they could only ever be phantoms, agents, or, on rare occasions, reflections of the three real and self-willed beings who stood at the center.
Between warring kings, a peacemaker between adoring spouses, a seducer or a child. From the tiniest mote dancing over this flame to the Godhead Itself." ~Book One: The Fifth Dominion~ 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 ~Book Two: The Reconciliation~ 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 ~Book One: The Fifth Dominion~ 1 It was the pivotal teaching of Pluthero Quexos, the most celebrated dramatist of the Second Dominion, that in any fiction, no matter how ambitious its scope or profound its theme, there was only ever room for three players. We're joined to everything that was, is and will be. Everything that isn't us is also ourselves. It has the power to make us whole, to open our eyes to the Dominions and return us to ourselves. Imajica: Complete Edition By Clive Barker "Magic is the first and last religion of the world.
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