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"I have often pondered the spirit I once had. Such compassion and vigor for life I had - such gentleness that was within me, I can scarcely recall that young, foolish boy; but I remember that he was indeed I. How glad I am to remember that he was much weaker then, and that even in my isolated state of being, I am much more than he ever imagined to become. What I am now would have been a terrible vision for him to behold. How he would have trembled to realize that one day, all of his affections, all of his passions, all of his warmth and feeling would be taken from him. How he would have shuddered to know that one day he would become this abject thing that writes to you now. "
- Taken from "Immortal Dying" Chapter 1.
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- Taken from "The Watching" Chapter 4
" ...whilst wondering the lonely stone paths in what is now
'Vienna'; I met an odd fellow. He was an eccentric, middle-aged looking man
who affirmed myself also to be rather, 'out of place.' He called me by a
name I had scarcely even remembered as far as my memory could recall. It
startled me. He continued to speak to offer me all his knowledge in exchange
for what I had always deemed so distant myself that I could easily bear the
thought of losing it - even as a shallow reflection upon the water would
forever then reveal to my sight that it had departed. I , had no reserve in
losing it.
From the vast Orient to the sunken cities of the Nile, to the great white
halls of Valgstaf, unto the hidden mountains of the great west Desert - he
would become my teacher (whilst myself unknowing that I would serve a pupil
as a means to an end). Now, ages later, as the moon has since risen as time
is to the hourglass eternal, I find understanding of why secrets are."
- Taken from "Memoir Third" Chapter 5
"You, my misfortunate reader, are about to have disclosed unto you an account unlike any other ever written. I challenge that if you are one of the very few like me (and that you have stumbled upon this writing in your close watching as you are commanded to do), that you seek me out for what I have written – for you know the very importance of why I am disclosing it. Or, if you are of the majority of those to whom this account is a new sensation to your mind, leave it as simply that –- a new sensation to be regarded as nothing more than written words. I give you this warning: take no credence to my account as your very own, for you shall be gravely remorseful for doing so. As you read this, your mind will leap from concept to conclusion before it is over. You will ask questions and you will be frustrated when you cannot determine the answer. Ask not my name, for I shall give you many. Ask not my age, for it can only be assumed. Ask not what I am… for you shall not understand me. Pose no thoughts to relinquish the burning of your mind until the very end. It means nothing for you to know me. I offer my deepest regrets for what you are about to read and for the troubles it will bring you; but I do not have pity upon you for choosing to do so. It is by your own choosing that you do this. Without care, and without wanting - you may now proceed into 'The Awakening'. "
- Taken from the Introduction Page