By: Maurits Zwankhuizen
Length: 283 pages
This is the story of Cain as never before told - the truth behind his slaying of Abel and his subsequent exile as he struggles with the curses of guilt, reason and immortality. It is dark and grim - but those are the authentic shades of life when you and your family are the only humans in existence and murder tears you apart.
Abel lay motionless.
For some time Cain did not move either. He stood with hunched shoulders and slow hauls of breath over his brother. He looked at the loose limbs. The closed eyes. Then, like the shadows of night spreading over the land, twisted arms of black liquid ran out from beneath Abel’s head and leached into the sand.
Cain looked more closely.
There was a sharp ivory-coloured rock jutting from the sand directly under his brother’s head. Here the black liquid was frighteningly red. Not even flowers or autumnal leaves grew this red. Only the blossom of a dying man’s soul.