A snippet from Devlin's Diary...

May 20th, year of our Lord, 2004

Have you ever truly listened to the sounds of the night? There is a quiet stillness that haunts the dark. Moon and shadow, the night is their playground, and for some time it has been mine as well.

Tonight I am home. I have been gone a long time. Centuries it seems. How I have missed the call of the gulls, the roar of the ocean as it comes to shore and even the way the light of the moon dances upon the waves of the Atlantic.

The smell of tea olive and yellow jasmine welcomed me back. They retain the memory of one I once knew and loved. She alone knew that they were my favorite. Upon my death she planted them with love only a mother would know. I’m afraid my death destroyed her.

How I longed to tell her but it was forbidden and she would not have understood my foolish mistake. I am still coming to grips with it myself after all these long years. How have I come to be in this place, this void sheltered within the pitch of the night.

I have one last duty that I must see to before I rest. It is this duty that brings me back to the shores of my home. Longevity takes a toll on the soul. How many people do you have to watch die before you wish you were truly dead with them? I have done all I ever longed to do. I have seen Paris at midnight, traveled the entire European continent seeking peace to no avail. Once, I had hoped to have a wife and a family, living the dream that had been promised. However, one night with Rosette destroyed those dreams quite effectively. There is no hope for me now, just this lingering existence that haunts me