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MATT LEGEND: Veil of Lies



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Denis Mills



























Copyright © 2018 Denis Mills


All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.


ISBN: 978-84-09-03703-2 (Paperback)

ISBN: 978-84-09-03809-1 (Hardcover)

ISBN: 978-84-09-03808-4 (eBook)

ISBN: Pending (audioBook)

ISBN: Pending (CD-ROM)


Front cover photography by:

Paul Nicklen/National Geographic Creative


Book design by: Matt Legend LLC


Audiobook Narrator: Shelby Villnow


Printed and bound in the United States of America

First printing edition 2018


Matt Legend LLC

California USA














THE ROAD to En-dor is easy to tread

For Mother or yearning Wife.

There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead

As they were even in life.

Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store

For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor.

Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark –

Hands—ah God!—that we knew!

Visions and voices – look and hark! –

Shall prove that the tale is true,

And that those who have passed to the further


May’ be hailed – at a price – on the road to Endor.


But they are so deep in their new eclipse

Nothing they say can reach,

Unless it be uttered by alien lips

And framed in a stranger’s speech.

The son must send word to the mother that bore,

‘Through an hirelings mouth. ‘Tis the rule of



And not for nothing these gifts are shown

By such as delight our dead.

They must twitch and stiffen and slaver and groan










Ere the eyes are set in the head,

And the voice from the belly begins. Therefore,

We pay them a wage where they ply at En-dor.


Even so, we have need of faith

And patience to follow the clue.

Often, at first, what the dear one saith


Is babble, or jest, or untrue.

(Lying spirits perplex us sore

Till our loves—and their lives—are well-known

at En-dor).


Oh the road to En-dor is the oldest road

And the craziest road of all!

Straight it runs to the Witch’s abode,

As it did in the days of Saul,

And nothing has changed of the sorrow in store

For such as go down on the road to En-dor!


Rudyard Kipling