The opening pages of this story uniquely set, the mood and historical backdrop to an epic Fantasy :-   
A dramatic tale of gothic intrigues; of torrid passionate romances; and timeless rumours of quests for treasure and other such unholy exploits.
Dare you  join in this quest for truth?

These early pages assume the manner, and style, of many an other esoteric guide to this easily recognizably, enigmatic place, with its well known tales of ancient treasures; Some hidden near to a certain small hilltop village, in south west France.
And yet! a far, far stranger tale will quickly be revealed.

Here is a story of three flawed men, drawn by fate to that particular place at that particular time, for reasons so momentous, few may dare to tell. It is a near true story of how those three men endeavour to round off their, already doubiously fulfilled lives, in a retirement of humility and self respect. A story, the sentiments of which, are not dissimilar to those of "Don Quiote", ('Tilting at windmills'), and whose framework and players, liken to that of "A Canterbury Tale". We might surely be forgiven the comment, 'a Quixotic menage a trios, perhaps?'. For here through an alcoholic haze, is discovered an elixir of life, by which briefly many lives and loves may be relived, in the sweet chaste hope of righting ancient wrongs, and thereby, searching out the 'holiest of Holy Grails'. Remember, I say again, these men are flawed, thus any acts of bravery they may perform, will be so much the greater. Yet any acts of treachery shall for an eternity, be theirs alone to regret, repent, atone.

Throughout this story, the reader will be moved as if in a dream, through a world of space and time, a world of the occult, one where reality itself must continually be reinvented. As to the actors who tread the boards of this theatre that is Le Château Bleu, we list amongst them, Goddesses, Gods, Popes, Emperors, Kings and Queens, Time lords, Knights in Armour, Priestesses, Priests, Mullahs, Rabbis, Druids, Witches, Breichts, Wizards, Warlocks, Pagan spirits of the forest and the night, Alchemists, Soothsayers, Maids awaiting, and Merrie men all, these and many more may just come to the table at which you sit, in that once famed esoteric Restaurant, La Pomme Bleue, and partake with you thereof, its hospitality.
If indeed time is measurable, then this story covers just two short years at the start of this millennium, but if as might seem implied, the venue for this epic is not meerly limited to the Past, Present, or the Future, then it is  truly a  multi-dimensional  story  set  in  a  multi-dimensional place;  the  accursed Village of Rennes and its local Manor House the arcane Château Bleu.

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