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“YOU KILLED THEM, for no reason!” she shouted at Leon vehemently.
“You don’t know them like I do,” his eyes seemed to flare up with red light as he said this, “they, unlike you, deserved to die.” Leon said.
“WHY!” Contessa shouted again, struggling against the invisible force that bound her. Leon looked her in the eye, and what he saw there made him shake his head resolutely.
“I cannot tell you why, you are not ready for the answer,” holding up a finger warning her not to interrupt he continued, “but I will tell you this, all you have known and been told is a lie.” With that he flicked his hand at her and she was conscious long enough to notice that the in visible force that had held her immobile had vanished before she blacked out, only to awaken chained up in a cell.
Of course, you have heard of Phoenicians. They were great navigators, traders and inventors. They discovered new lands, built beautiful cities and gave us the greatest of all inventions: the alphabet. But this book is not only about them. This book is about the Phoenicians of soul and spirit; about those who by the flash of the mind, and not of the sword, opened up new ways along which men had never gone before. Therefore, don't be surprised to learn that Leonardo da Vinci, Mozart, Shakespeare, Nefertiti, Pythagoras, Copernicus and many another great man and woman were also Phoenicians. Because only the souls of the most gifted and brave among people go to Phoenicia.