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Anyway, on with another excerpt from A Sinister Six. Today I offer you an excerpt from The Book:
“This is it doc. This is the book.” He thrust the battered book towards Monte, who pushed it back. Jeff resisted and deposited the book in Monte’s lap. The book was the size of a small novel, perhaps a couple of centimetres or so thick. The book was paperback and looked like it had several not so careful owners; the corners were rubbed lean of any print and curled up; there were marks on the cover that looked like scorch marks, although they could just as easily be the stains left by a coffee mug that had been set down on it; the cover image had white cracks running along its length, as did the spine.
The cover image itself was hard to make out; it was dark, very dark, blues, blacks or purples, it was hard to tell, but Monte could make out several shapes hidden within the colours, but could not have said what they were. There was a title at the top of the book, although what it was, he could not decipher; the golden letters were of a language and form that he did not recognise. It could have been some form of Hindi script, but he didn’t think so. He picked up the book and riffled the pages. The familiar sent of a well-read paperback reached his nostrils. There was almost nothing on the back cover: no image of the author, no blurb, no marks from a publisher. The shapes and colours seemed to swirl from the front cover and continue here on the back, to Monte, still formless. He held the book out to Jeff, who shrank back into his seat, palms facing towards Monte.
“I don’t want it back!” Monte thought he saw genuine fear in the man’s eyes.
“Fine. You can take it when you go.” He leaned across and placed the book on the desk that sat alongside them.
“I won’t take it, I won’t take it.” Jeff spoke quickly, shaking his head as he did. “Just destroy it, doc, destroy it.” He pulled his legs up to his chest, wrapped his arms around them and began rocking.
Monte sat back in his chair and crossed his legs. This wasn’t his usual procedure, but it would have to do for now.
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