The Du Rose Prophecy
with my compliments.
Chapter OneThe grounds of the Waikato Presbyterian School for Boys were silent and calm, just as the man liked it best. Holidays and weekends carried a different atmosphere for him, when the whole place felt like his own. No noisy students or aggravating teachers; just peace and solitude, as if the land was asleep. Time to finally think straight.
He sighed and ran a hand through his curly hair, feeling the glossy blonde locks under his palm. Vanity momentarily distracted him as he caught sight of his smart figure in a reflection from one of the expensive framed watercolours, donated by a past student who was now incredibly famous and sought after. “Nice,” he chuckled to himself, remembering how he coerced the poor man into parting with it. “The
