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There were eight of them, and when they drew near, the foremost hailed me with an eager gleam in his eyes, like one who has long hoped and long been denied. His voice was low and gravelly, but not at all uncivilized sounding, as one would have expected by his appearance, and his facial expressions were equally as livid and distinctly humanoid. THERE WERE EIGHT OF THEM AND WHEN THEY DREW NEAR THE FOREMOST HAILED ME WITH AN EAGER GLEAM IN HIS EYES LIKE ONE WHO HAS LONG HOPED AND LONG BEEN DENIED HIS VOICE WAS LOW AND GRAVELLY BUT NOT AT ALL UNCIVILIZED SOUNDING AS ONE WOULD HAVE EXPECTED BY HIS APPEARANCE AND HIS FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WERE EQUALLY AS LIVID AND DISTINCTLY HUMANOID
 I am the creator and destroyer of every age of this temporal maze. Why am I the defender and executioner of the race of men? Why am I the protagonist and antagonist of humanity? Why am I the father and the son, the beginning and the end? Such a question is futile to ask in the physical realm, for here there are no answers to the why's, they are only to be found in the spiritual realm. The physical realm is left only with the how's, and it is those which I am attempting to clarify. Chapter 12: The White Eagle It was only a few moments after Onan and Zimri left me that the Munams arrived, for they had run, spurred on, apparently, by their great desire to meet me. In appearance they were like I had seen from afar: hairy and stooped, almost using their arms as legs, but not entirely. Their skulls were large and oddly shaped and their mouths were pushed out from their faces like an ape's. A limp, furry tail hung down from their lower backs, and their hands had a tough, leathery appearance.  CHAPTER TWELVE OF THE REVOLUTIONS OF TIME THIS IS A LIBERVOX RECORDING ALL LIBERVOX RECORDINGS ARE IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOR MORE INFORMATION OR TO VOLUNTEER PLEASE VISIT LIBERVOX DOT ORG RECORDING BY BETH THOMAS THE REVOLUTIONS OF TIME BY JONATHAN DUN CHAPTER TWELVE THE WHITE EAGLE IT WAS ONLY A FEW MOMENTS AFTER UNAN AND ZIMRI LEFT ME THAT THE MUNAMS ARRIVED FOR THEY HAD RUN SPURRED ON APPARENTLY BY THEIR GREAT DESIRE TO MEET ME IN APPEARANCE THEY WERE LIKE I HAD SEEN FROM AFAR HAIRY AND STOOPED ALMOST USING THEIR ARMS AS LEGS BUT NOT ENTIRELY THEIR SKULLS WERE LARGE AND ODDLY SHAPED AND THEIR MOUTHS WERE PUSHED OUT FROM THEIR FACES LIKE AN APE'S A LIMP FURRY TAIL HUNG DOWN FROM THEIR LOWER BACKS AND THEIR HANDS HAD A TOUGH LEATHERY APPEARANCE
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