By all outward appearances Max Quinn is just a fairly average computer repairman eking out a living in Seattle. Working no more than is required to support himself, Quinn spends most of his free time writing a blog where he discusses New Age topics such as synchronicity and auras.
In between sips of beer and puffs of a joint and with a particular reverence for Plato, Quinn feels that he is helping humanity towards a greater understanding of itself as a collection of interconnected souls. He foresees a new golden age in the works, one that he has actually been working towards for thousands of years.
The truth of the matter is that despite outward appearances, Quinn is an ancient soul. Dating back to a golden age when he was known as Marcus, Quinn was part of a select group known as the Emissaries. The Emissaries were dispatched from their highly advanced home of Atitala as a means to guide humanity towards a more humane existence. Of course not all of the Emissaries were committed to such a lofty goal. Chief among them is Helghul, a particularly sinister individual who will stop at nothing to make Marcus’s reincarnations as uncomfortable as possible. In the days of Atitala, Helghul had been spurned by Marcus’s lover Theron and as Marcus seeks Theron throughout his adventures through time, Helghul does all he can to keep them apart.
So begins a complicated tale of auras and reincarnation that spans vast expanses of time and space. From the days of Aristotle to Genghis Kahn to modern day Egypt, the story is a long whirlwind of clashing and complimenting figures. Though the prose style tends to err on the side of redundancy (e.g. “Marcus ached with unquenched desire.” Is desire not by its very nature unquenched?) the story moves at a fairly reasonable clip. What is more likely to trip up a potential reader is said reader’s tolerance of charkas, “energy”, and the idea that the ancient pyramids once functioned as power plants.
As modern day Marcus (i.e. Quinn) meets a woman whose plan is to make a documentary about Crystal Children (Google “Crystal Children” or “Indigo Children”), it can be difficult for readers with even mild skepticism to root for, or so much as take an interest in, such a conceit. While presenting such far out ideas in fiction can certainly present uninitiated readers with new information, doing so in such a blunt way can likewise alienate many.
Without providing much in terms of making the reader care about these Crystal Children (other than stating how miraculous they are), following the story to its sometimes thrilling, sometimes convoluted New Age conclusion can be a challenge.
Readers comfortable with a long saga of reoccurring soul groups and their identifiable auras will find much to applaud. Those however who balk at the mention of, say, a certain tingle in the charka when two soul mates meet, are unlikely to be won over.
Reviewed by Collin Marchiando for IndieReader