A brilliant research student discovers a plot fulminated by demons from another dimension and kills himself in the process. The fate of the world is left in the hands of an elderly academic and a mysterious orphan.
Using the facts surrounding Ireland’s economic collapse in 2008 as its starting point, Terminal Transit is an apocalyptic adventure dealing with death and destruction in a Dublin slowly devastated by demonic intervention.
Can the end of the world be avoided?
Or is this planet simply scheduled for Terminal Transit?
Chapter I ‘The Song of the NotBeSpeak,’
With the terrible truth now trickling from beyond, it is fair to say that the world has reached a dreadful juncture for this is the exact point in the very small history of this very small planet that every single ever prediction of doom, of death, of absolute destruction, every crackpot scheme and half-heard death knoll, every religious rune, sign, portent and symbol ever associated with the apocalypse has now come to pass and anyone in the history of the world who has ever laughed, or scoffed, or doubted and discredited, or mocked and ridiculed, terrorized and tortured or in any other way not seen that the end of the world was indeed coming after all must now be fully prepared to eat their entire words letter by miserable mouth-filling letter as the NotBeSpeak begin their cataclysmic entry.
Bart felt a gentle whispering wind wrap around his foolish pride-bulged heart.
‘The5 have come,’ Bart said inside himself. ‘I am complete and ready to be washed in the warmth of Their love.’
The whispering wind filled him with a comforting darkness.
Inteachán imagined that she was lying safely in her bed. Everything was quite and still and as it had always been. Her parents were asleep in the room beside her and no one was trying to kill anyone. But then her bedroom door opened and in stepped her father.
Mac woke from the tangle of his elderly dreams. He sat up straight in his narrow bed.
‘And so it starts,’ he whispered in the darkness. ‘Butler was right. They are on their way. Inteachán has failed.’
Mac reached over and picked up his spectacles. He swung his tired legs out of bed.
‘And so this is what the end of the world feels like, inevitability and disappointment together.’
Mac looked out into the darkness.
‘We tried. We really did.’
Mac paused and a small tear began to form in his tired eye.
‘I suppose it was always the case that an old man and a young child would be no match for all the cosmic terror that the world has never seen.’
Mac smiled in resignation.
‘When the inevitable darkness comes for you, please be assured that it wasn’t the whole world who simply surrendered.’
‘Listen to me,’ said the enraptured Rock Star and the crowd fell silent. Bart spread his holy arms out wide, inviting his flock to worship.
‘The5 are here,’ he cried. ‘The5 are really here.’
Even though they didn’t fully know why, the crowd began to clap and cheer. Banners were unfurled and began moving, furling slowly in the darkness like the limbs of poisoned trees. Bart punched the air and whooped.
‘Yeah!’ he yelled. ‘Alright! They’re here. They’re really here.’
Bart played the crowd now. He climbed down off the stage and crossed the security divide to where the crowds were pressed up against the fences. He walked along the line, scattering blessings as he passed. A worried roadie followed behind him to make sure that the microphone cable didn’t get snagged. Burly security guards stopped the crowds from getting over the fences.
‘Listen,’ whispered the Rock Star. ‘Who wants to join The5?’
‘We do,’ someone yelled.
‘Who wants a new anointing?’ Bart continued.
‘Yes please,’ shouted someone else.
‘Some new gods to please?’
‘A brand-new cross to bear?’
Bart smiled and headed back up onto the stage.
‘Are you listening, children?’ asked Bart as he took his position in front of the band. Bart pulled out the Flute of Thelema.
‘My beautiful chosen children,’ he purred. ‘This next song is for all the world to sing.’ Bart put the Flute to his lips and signaled to the band.
Now we are at the heart of the matter.
What would you do to save the world?
How far would you go?
Would you go all the way?
Inteachán estimated the gap between her and the Rock Star. It looked an awful long way down. Bart turned around to look up at her. He winked. He knew that she had been up there all along. Their eyes met and held for a very brief second before Inteachán