Web of Secrets

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

PEOPLE WILL SAY I’M crazy. Evil. All manner of things, I suppose.

But then, people always say bad things like that about great artists and men of vision.

I do not care. I do not listen to them.

I know my purpose, and once it’s fulfilled, I can go.

Twelve. There must be twelve. No more, no less, or the dream won’t be properly realized.

It might take some time. I know all too well the perfect twelve will have to be sought out.

I will know the twelve when I see them.

And I will make them mine.