Shadow & Flame - Part One: The Collective - Season 1, Episode 4 by Elias Raven

Author:Elias Raven [Raven, Elias]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2017-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

“My mind rebels at stagnation. Give me problems,

give me work, give me the most abstruse

cryptogram, or the most intricate analysis, and I am

in my own proper atmosphere. But I abhor the dull

routine of existence. I crave for mental exaltation.”

~Sir Arthur Conan Doyle~

~Royston~ I hated the way my brain worked. It was fucking maddening at times. It was a constant parade of my subconscious and conscious mind locked in a gladiatorial duel of epic proportions, at least according to my ego, it was bloody epic. I longed for relief to shut the bloody voices up. Ah. There was the rub. If I were lucky enough to stop the incessant prattle, would I then cease to be Royston Munt? It makes you wonder just a wee bit!?

I know, I know, the devil is in the details. I have laid awake at night staring out through the skylight in my loft in Haight-Ashbury with my mind all mucked up, asking myself these perplexities. All the while, the details of this case I was asked to quietly look at would weave around my noggin’ like a spider weaving the finest web. The silky gossamer strands would be shining in my mind’s eye, and I would be the daft one chasing the strands to and fro trying to fit the pieces together and solve the case.

Of course, I am not one to be a braggart, but I do blame my parents for my incessant curiosity. Having a father, that was a detective in Scotland Yard, and a mother that was a forensic scientist in the criminal division of MI6 rather helped me along in my choice of profession later in life.

I was a bit of a homely child, with a high degree of intelligence, but I couldn’t sit still and wait for life to come to me. No. That would have been far too easy. My parents gave me books at a very early age, and that became my way of not having to be social when I was younger. I skipped the beginning reading books and math and went straight to the more advanced books. I was hungry for knowledge, incessantly asking to be taught immediately, if I could not find the answer on my own.

Once I had learned the solution, I would practice until I mastered whatever it was. Math, Reading, Spelling, Language, Gymnastics, Martial Arts, once it was in my sights, I wouldn’t stop until I had figured it out.

My parents gave me my first Sherlock Holmes Book on my fifth birthday, and I was hooked. It was like I had taken a trip to the chemist and now was at the mercy of some evil concoction that you would give to drug addicts. I begged and pleaded for my dad to take me to the library and once there, I devoured entire wings of books. We were literally there every week, sometimes twice a week, taking piles of books home for me to read and absorb. I devoured everything I took a fancy too.

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