A novel of your writing

How far would you go to stop the moment everything collapses? A gripping psychological thriller about time, obsession, and the chilling secrets buried beneath a seemingly normal life.
A gripping psychological thriller that delves into the fragile boundaries between memory, fear, and truth.

The events of this novel are real, or perhaps not… It is up to the interpretation of the meaning of the truth for you, or what will it be…

An unknown person, whose objectives are unknown and whose means are unclear, is carrying out a complex brainwashing operation on a number of victims, in collaboration with a woman who was previously recruited to act against him, and who has succeeded in brainwashing the other? Between Israel, America, Syria, Iraq, Malta, Turkey, exceptional people are fighting an extraordinary war that you have never heard of.

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Son of Chaos Series – Book #1

When someone asked me how long did it take to write this novel?! My answer was clear and stern and there was no room for discussion in it. It took me forty years, and it will take every other thing I will ever do in this life, from the way I smoke a cigarette, to my fateful decisions.

The thorny question remains,
who wrote it?
All I remember was my decision to write something, my hand, my fingers, and even my mind, were just tools of writing and expression, like the computer I used. As for the writer, it was something or someone I did not know, sitting inside my body fighting me to get out of its prison, forcing me to bargain it for a few words that express it. I was like a lost visual artist whose empty painting was in front of him and his brush was in his hand but his thoughts were scattered, he did not know how to connect them or how to begin, but his senses began to weave the fabric of the thoughts of that deep thing inside, as they translate them, to create the most meaningful paintings.

Every line I wrote I knew nothing of what was to come. I was even surprised by some of the chapters and reacted to them, just as you would react. They were as new to me as they are to you, and sometimes I was standing astonished to realize what I had written, or to understand the connection I had just discovered between the characters.

This novel, inevitably, was already accomplished in me, as it was written in one go. It already existed. As for transcribing it on paper, it took me some time. It is a novel that expresses a part of an exception that I think I have had in my life.
I cannot confirm or deny its events, even though they may have happened, in every detail, what is certain is the perspective of your understanding of the truth, they may be completely true, and from another perspective, they may be just delusions or dreamy fantasies, this depends on what truth means to you, or what it will be…

I appreciate your valuable time. Believe me, I am the best to know. That is why I was careful that this was not just a classic, casual novel for fun while you are drinking your morning cup of coffee.

Perhaps by it, I want to stir up that madness within you, who you have always been told, would be the cause of your ostracism, and your expulsion, out of the herd.

To all those who are introverted, loner strangers of their societies,
to all the madmen, in the eyes of those around them,
you are the ones who make the difference.