A Novel....An essay on Power.....Truth floats through gauzy mists. Cynicism is wrapped in soft cloth. There is fear, intimidation, loss. There is ecstasy, the traps of history, of identity, of territory, of belief. There is passion. There is wisdom. There are kills. Histories with long roots, many mothers, unyielding fathers. Mean and lust are tempo. Winners win. Losers do not.
