Chapter 2 Black Tongue"Because books are not just books, they are life, the heart and core of past times, the reason people live, work and die, the very essence and essence of their lives."
Amy Lowell
The bells of St. Mericus' church rang throughout the blue world, announcing the arrival of the first wave. A sunny morning is perfect for any business or outing imaginable. No one at Plexus has recalled such a pleasant day since the violent spring rains began a few weeks ago, so very few people stay indoors unless they have no other choice. Fishing and pleasure boats sail easily across the flat harbour front. Street vendors chatter and peddle the constant stream of passersby, keeping their wives and children smiling. Money and things changed hands, there was a sense of ease, and morale was
