I have a solid draft of Only Breath in the hands of editors/reviewers and, while they do their work, I’m sketching illustrations and outlining the second and third novels in the Language of the Gods trilogy. The premise binding the three novels together is this: in very ancient times, humans spoke a common language, thought by some to be the language of the Gods, thought by some to be useful for conversing with animals, thought by some to be free from deception because it was made up from primordial sounds understood by all. Here’s a brief interview with Dr. H. Dean Brown related to the subject: Brown. My three novels approach (will approach) this idea from different angles, as represented (somewhat enigmatically) in the guiding line for the trilogy:
Although they are only breath, these are the only words we have, and so our only hope.
The first novel in the series, Only Breath is described so:
Only Breath: A Ghost Story by Dennis Vickers (2015)
A century ago, cement magnate Luca D’Angelo retrieved corpses from the morgue and put them to use in a macabre ‘lost-wax’ process as he cast the statues that adorned his mansion’s grounds. Decades later, the statues are home to angry ghosts and the park is a dangerous place. Visitors are driven insane, knocked unconscious, in one case struck blind. When William Kepler attempts to calm this unrest, he uncovers a century-old murder. Marci Moore (uninhibited, high-spirited, world-wise) and Lisa Hart (insightful, witty, careful) compete for William’s attention as they vie to help resolve the mystery, bringing fire and wit to the undertaking. Will this unlikely trio discover what has so upset the ghosts and bring peace to the park?
The second novel, Only Words, takes up with many of the characters in Only Breath, but quickly flashes back to prehistoric times and a parallel set of characters (ancient ancestors?) who create and bury a rune stone that will be unearthed by their descendants several millennia later. What will they write into this message for posterity?
The third novel, Only Hope, will pursue further how our language shapes our perception and both limits and expands our imagination, very Wittgensteinian. In fact, I’ve been rereading Wittgenstein in preparation.
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