Book excerpt: The example of truth and falsehood is like the example of gold and gold plated. One appears to be like the other but under certain circumstances only one resists corrosion. Those who oppose the gods of the "accepted society" were considered barbarous. Such a thought only gives birth to tyrannical ideologies. After the four moon war, the Makeneans became the property of the Golden Race Army and all religious books were burnt. Freedom became a myth for all but a few. Rofurmer, the last rightful king, patiently waits for the bright star in the north to reach a spears height from the horizon. Clinging on to what may seem to be an illusion, he hopes that the army would honour their truce. Is he a fool to trust a race that has no moral compass? What would you say to a man who chooses falsehood over truth? - Or a man who would rather befriend an enemy than accept defeat? Nevertheless, drowning men always clutch on straws.