The Journals of Raymond Brooks by Amit Bobrov - HTML preview

The Journals Begin

Dear Diary,

If you are reading this, then I fear the worst has come to pass. I have set off to fight an old-world monster of untold wickedness, and presumably failed. With this journal, I would like to tell you, my anonymous reader, about me. By no means do I profess to be the all-knowing sage. I shall not pretend to hold the secrets of life or even the wisdom of the ages. Though I have lived long, I have not always lived wisely. This journal for me is an end to a long odyssey… a story of how I grew from a frightened and angry orphan, into a mythical figure, both frightening and revered.

My name is Raymond Brooks — at least that’s the name I go by today. My original name — my birth name, was Adam. I’m about six feet tall, very strong, with an athletic build, brown hair and brown eyes. I look like one of those people you wouldn’t want to come across when you’re alone at night, though I’m always polite and sociable. I live in one of the smaller settlements in Israel now. For me, it is a retirement, a closure for a very long and bloody story.