In celebreation of the 100 year sinking of the Titanic this year, this book is being offered at a discounted price rate.
Book Description:
“Can you feel it?” he asked me. “Can you feel her power, her sadness?” he asked again. “Can you feel it all through your flesh? The cold chill of her heartbeat fading… can you feel it?” Can you smell the fire dying, its warmth leaving this metal shell… can you feel its heartbeat?” He hissed at me as if not really expecting me to answer his question. “Ah my child, can you feel its coming demise; its life and the countless lives aboard her fading; dying?” He asked as he laughed. “How enthralling and tantalizing this feeling,” he hissed, “how ripe with death; with tragedy… with hatred and madness this shell contains,” he hissed again, “can you feel it all… can you?” he asked. “Can you hear her mournful songs of her screams? Can you hear the death cry of those aboard her; can you hear their sadness?” he hissed. “Can you feel it all inside her?” He asked me again only to look up at the white lettering on the bow of the ship. “What is the name of this ship?” He asked me. “Feel the pain, the rigidness with your fingertips. Oh yes my child can you feel the torment vibrating through her hull; tell me my dear child… what is the name of this ship? He asked me again, as I backed away from the ship, allowing my eyes to take in its full name. “What is the name of this gift? What is the name of this fruit?” he hissed. “What is it?” he asked as he suddenly stared back at me. It was then that I felt his gaze upon me once more, the full supremacy of his yellows eyes attacking me as they again pierced deeply into my body, tearing my insides like a hungry rabid beast. “What . . . What is its name? He hissed once more. His eyes burning into my body, I could again feel the power of his stare, I could feel the corruption of my soul, the burning of my flesh as it melted away from my bones. “What is its name boy?” he asked once more, the power of his gaze consuming my ever thought, my ever will, my entire body shaking with fear. Fighting his stare I tried to speak, “Ti . . .” I said as I paused, the intensity of the pain overcoming my sanity. “Open your eyes boy. Open your eyes and see, what is its name?” Taking a deep breath I felt my lungs burning in my chest as if I was breathing in the charcoaled remains of my own flesh, forcing myself to take in the air I spoke, “Ti --- tan,” I said. “Open your eyes and see the true gifts that I have bestowed upon you.”
