April 1st dawned gray and chilly, but the dreariness of the Ohio weather would not dampen our enthusiasm nor deter us from our mission. The schedule was packed full; only a brief half-hour available at noon to fulfill our quest. A scramble of activity before and after, but the mission deserved our sacrifices, and Scott Sigler, our unwavering devotion.
Soon, we spotted the destination, the site where the dawning of the new era would be manifested. There was no parade, no brass band playing to herald the arrival of the new age. All appeared less than extraordinary.
We knew different. Inside, we checked the places of honor, disappointed that the likes of lesser artists were displayed in plain view. Even the custodians of the symbol of the new dynasty seemed unaware of the true value of the object we sought, the true value of what they stored inside their sacred walls, blind to the power it represented, and frankly, not even certain of its exact location.
But we would be deterred. Like all great pieces of art, its worth was under appreciated and underestimated. Perhaps our seeking demonstrated to the custodians that proper respect should be paid. (Or at least slightly rearranging the table to move the stack of books to the corner spot. It was something.)
Our quest was over. The new era has begun. We have witnessed –and help to make– history in a Barnes and Noble’s bookstore.
We are INFECTED.
April 7, 2008 at 9:41 am
a full book report is expected in short order
that or let me borrow the book
June 15, 2008 at 3:14 pm
I’ll say this much for Sigler. He can certainly weave a tale of gore. The pacing of his story kept me hooked – a fast read.