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INCLUDES CARDS FROM KILLA'S TAROT IN COLOR PUBLISHED FOR THE FIRST TIME.
Philosophy - Metaphysics - Anthropology
Literature of the Supernatural
THE TEACHINGS OF KILLA
Author: Angie Rule
Editor: Tommy Gales
FORMAT
E pub, hardcover, paperback 5,5'X 8,5' pages 200
Colored interior
Jul 21, 2023 ISBN: 978-618-5632-42-7
978-618-5632-43-4
978-618-5632-41-0
"THE TEACHINGS OF KILLA," IN ADDITION TO THE EXCELLENT ACTION PACE, CONTAINS AN ANALYSIS OF THE METAPHYSICAL PHILOSOPHY OF CLAIRVOYANTS.
ANGIE'S ACCOUNT OF HER INVOLVEMENT WITH THE WIZARDING WORLD IS STUNNING. HER ENCOUNTER WITH THE MULTI-CENTENARIAN KILLA LEADS HER DOWN THE PATH OF CURING HER AMNESIA AND LEARNING ABOUT THE ABYSS.
IN THIS FIGHT, WHEN THEY FIND THEMSELVES IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE, KILLA CONFIDES IN HER THAT SHE IS A PRECIOUS FRIEND BECAUSE SHE HELPED HER SOUL SHAKE OFF THE SADNESS OF HER LOST DAUGHTER.
ANGIE ASKS IF SHE WANTS TO PROMISE HER SOMETHING BESIDES PASSING ON THE KNOWLEDGE SHE RECEIVES TO A YOUNGER WOMAN IN THE NEXT GENERATION.
A STORY FULL OF SUSPENSE …
[In Athens, it was hot even at night, and I was not surprised that the Acropolis Rock was full of people past midnight. I casually walked through the groups and headed for a lower spot that was not as crowded.
A blonde girl, very chic, sitting on a stone twenty meters away, alone, watched me discreetly. I suddenly realized that something did not match what I had seen. In this crowd, there was not a single couple. The groups were all with more than five people. Everyone in each group squatted in a circle. These were kind of strange, but what didn't feel ordinary at all was that no one could be heard talking. If they spoke did in whispers.
The blonde approached me the moment I realized I was dreaming. The image I perceived flickered and undulated as if it were a film projection on a screen blown by the wind. I raised my right hand and glanced at the ring's stone.
The blonde bent down in front of me and, starting low and to the left, traced a straight line with her hand toward my right thigh. I saw some sparks coming out of her thumb. I realized it was doing something to my energy body. A shaky laugh came from a male, hoarse voice.
Another long-drawn laugh followed, and then everyone around us started chanting. The two who laughed were probably the cue to begin chanting. It felt like ice water was running down my spine. The blonde looked just as scared.
"I'm Natalie. We have to go," she whispered. To overcome my fear, I figured that I was dreaming, and if I wanted to change my dream, I could stare long at the ring stone that was visionarily made to serve in such cases. But I didn't know if I could take the blonde with me. I decided to give it a try.
I grabbed Natalie's hands and raised my right hand, staring intently at the stone. Suddenly everyone got up and started approaching us from everywhere. We were surrounded.
"Go away! Let go of my hands. I'll find a way out," Natalie told me.
"Who are these people, and what do they want?" I asked as they approached us menacingly.
"They are not human! Go away, Angie; I'm not in as much danger as you are. Go away ..."
I realized that Natalie came to my dream to help me decide whether or not to involve Chris. I took a deep breath ...]