There was a comfort in the thought, a strange sort of personal comfort in being able to believe that some intelligence might have solved the riddle of that mysterious equation of the universe. And how, perhaps, that mysterious equation might tie in with the spiritual force that was idealistic brother to time and space and all those other elemental factors that held the universe together.

That had not been the first time nor had it been the last, but all the years of killing boiled down in essence to that single moment - not the time that came a…

Ulysses, he thought, had not told him all the truth about the Talisman. He had told him that it had disappeared and that the galaxy was without it, but he had …

If there could only be more time, he thought. But, of course, there never was. There was not the time right now and there would never be. No matter how many ce…