Author Lannie Hill's strangely poetic APOCRYPHON discloses a common human longing: the need to believe in a supernal power.
Six pilgrims leave an impressionistic train station in the middle of the night. Their destination is unknown. But their fates are entirely intertwined.
These six, representative of us all, have their towering failures. Like us, they seek redemption through a higher ideal. Desiring atonement, they come forth, presenting the manner of pity and forbearance:
Ballie Jen is a tightrope walker, of sorts, who could never get in line. Benus Noches takes his turn as a womanizer and a drunk, the best at it ever. Bed-ridden Sally suffers as a victim of disease, who wants to die, but can't, can't ever. Howlin' Johnson rants as a prophet and a liar, always trusted, never quite honest, but ever above reproach. Dan Picayune has seen the loss of three wives and there is no end in sight. Dibelius is a demanding woman. Unfortunately, no man could ever stay with her. And no wonder, she can see right through everyone.
Who then would assume the guise and gesture of the divine persona they seem to require? Could it be someone as fallible and human as the rest of us?
Lastly, The Puppet Player materializes. Behold the tyrant who has invented the world or at least he claims to have. It doesn't take long for him to assume spiritual command. The pilgrims must grapple within and without if they are to believe in what they know to be true or to merely follow another charlatan into the ditch.