A Darkness in my Soul – Koontz, Dean

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A Darkness in my Soul

Divinity Destroyed…

For a long while, I wondered if Dragonfly was stil in the heavens

and whether the Spheres of Plague stil floated in airlessness,

blind eyes watchful. I wondered whether men stil looked to the

stars with trepidation and whether the skies yet bore the

cancerous seed of mankind. There was no way for me to find

out, for I lived in Hel during those days, where news of the living

gained precious little circulation.

I was a digger into minds, a head-tripper. I esped. I found

secrets, knew lies, and reported al these things for a price. I

esped. Some questions were never meant to be answered;

some parts of a man’s mind were never intended for scrutiny.

Yet our curiosity is, at the same time, our greatest virtue and our

most serious weakness. I had within my mind the power to

satisfy any curiosity which tickled me. I esped; I found; I knew.

And then there was a darkness in my soul, darkness unmatched

by the depths of space that lay lightless between the galaxies,

an ebony ache without paral el.

It started with a nerve-jangling ring of the telephone, a mundane

I put down the book I was reading and lifted the receiver and

said, impatiently perhaps, “Hel o?”

“Simeon?” the distant voice asked. He pronounced it correctly