Prologue

The oppressing heat made it difficult to make any choice. Stewing in the juices pumped by every pore in his body, Izen sat at his desk, shirtless and in short worn pants. He periodically let his long hair loose and herded the fluffy thing back into a cluster high above his neck. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose and had to be relocated, much like his position on his chair, if he lost himself too much in his own thoughts he’d fall off it. Again.

He hated this. Staring at the blank page for hours. He had never been able to write fluently, though he was constantly said to have a gift with words. It was like telling a jeweller his job was incredible, but never having enough material to work with. With a sigh he adjusted himself on the chair and let his hair loose, scratching the itching skin beneath. Instinct made him begin to stand and look for a cold beer in the fridge and memory sat him down again, he was out. He swore under his breath and rested his posterior back on the hard chair. He looked around at the old furniture, the broken window that couldn’t really be closed, though that was no problem right now, the unmade bed that really need a change of covers and the old porn actress poster his mother had bought him in an attempt to ease any communication about sex between him and his parents. He sighed. He had to leave.