The Crystal Ship

By Oliver Frances

This book inserts the reader into a fascinating story full of emotion and drama, the moral character to be an element that stands out. The Crystal Ship is one story, played by a man named Frederic ('Our Wise') that tells us how he seeks to experience the pleasure of teaching a young man all his knowledge, following a path that would bring an unexpected end to it as much as for the disciple.

What is freedom and how it is achieved? What is the value of wisdom? And, what is the importance of love in the life of any human being? Are just some of the questions that the author presents in this work, suggesting answers from a philosophical perspective that undoubtedly serve as a point of reflection.

The writer Frances Oliver offers us in this book a very human view about the decisions that you make and the consequences they may bring us , expressing through fantastic metaphors , and starting from a level of conscience , which really is the most important and valuable life .

• Language: English
• Publisher: XinXii
• Release date: Oct 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9783958309463

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THE CRYSTAL SHIP

Oliver Frances

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The Crystal Ship

Oliver Frances

Editor: Richard Krawiec

Diseño de Portada: Ana Gaitán

Published by Marco A Diaz

Copyright 2014 Marco A Diaz

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ISBN: 9783958309463

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I

So charming scene as the child toyed with the alluring and shinning orange yarrows, behind the fence of dainty poker plants. In ecstasy, his eyes were fixed away on the pretty hummingbirds that, all dressed in one exotic tone, whose slender bills hammering one time after time the pollen, sipped nectar.

He ramble through some tall spikes of purple catmint, that extends until the wooded area of oaks, a shield against the sunrays for the blooming colonies of hellebores, daffodils and dog’s tooth violet. Under the shade of oaks, the charm of the garden faded away.

The child of black curls found himself unexpectedly lost in a wood, and the signs of evil left itself noticeable. A vulture hovered around in the skies and black entities were everywhere. Terror came over the child who tried in vain to flee. In panic, he sheltered himself behind a tree, whose branches opened like stretching arms, when a rare parade of lads showed up all of a sudden. All of them in fine and brilliant garments with precious jewels that brightened the march while one single man walked behind them in flaming rags which were burning him up.

He watched aghast the hideous look of the man in question, who was in chains and following the chalice at the head of the procession, when the eyes of the tortured man fixed on him suddenly. These piercing the scared child’s blue ones tried forcibly to make this address some words for his soul, which the child held back.

So, the man carried on in purge as the others kept singing canticles to the Lord.

II

As time wore away with lead wings, Frederick, whom from now on is going to be addressed as Our Wise Man, lingered in his parlor, which adorned with bronze