Monday, June 21, 2010
Newsarama: ARTIFACTS: Prologue 6: The Wheel of Shadows
The Void of Time
Twilight Alternative Staff
Now that New York is hung over from its latest boom and we’re no longer stuffing our pink cheeks with $8 pieces of shrimp, it’s surprising how remarkably few “crazies” walk the street wearing “The End Is Nigh” sandwich-boards. Perhaps most of them gave up preaching to deaf pedestrians and took a different strategy, securing themselves a job on Wall Street to add fuel to the fire so we might finally look up from our cell phones and put down our tall-soy-double-white-chocolate-mochas and pay attention to the burning smell.
There is a rumor consistent among the most devastated stock speculators and infamous risk-takers who couldn’t open their golden parachutes before landing in a holding cell. Many mention playing a different form of gambling. They say they were offered split-moments of their lives back to them so on the exchange floor they could sell where in the past they bought. And they purchased this mean toward their temporary fortunes in exchange for their souls. Now all they can afford is to laugh about it. Fortune was not granted. Only a second chance was. And they whisper about the Wheel of Shadows.
Read the full prologue here.