Ever since the print publication of the first book in The 2012 Trilogy, The Cubit, I have been asked numerous times if I know how the world is going to end. I always answer Of course. Don’t you?
It ends the way it began, I say. With a Big Bang. With the galactic mouth opening up and spewing forth any number of immortal humanoids. With a snake and a tree and an apple. Nobody I tell this to believes such nonsense. They want me to tell them the truth.
Except, really, that’s not what The 2012 Trilogy (Journey of the Daggers) is all about. It’s not about truth. It’s about antithesis. And, therefore, I promise not to rain great chunks of earth or sky or ocean onto the heads of my characters by story’s end. I promise that I will not crush our great planet in one fell swoop that cheats the intelligence or copies cardboard climaxes so often found in doomsday adventures. My Trilogy does not end with a magnificent techno-ark built by clandestine scientists who will use it to ride the wave of another great flood to a moon or planet or through some hyper-dimensional space rip. I can’t promise you that there will not be fire and brimstone - every apocalyptic story has had a little bit of that in it - but I can promise that you will not be cheated. And this is because the Trilogy is about people…the good ones and the bad. Antithesis.
With this three volume adventure, thriller, horror, sci-fi, fantasy (it’s been categorized in different ways by different readers which thrills me to no end) you will meet common people thrust into uncommon circumstances. The date, December 21, 2012, looms as the Trilogy’s forced moment of climax, not as the end unto itself that almost all End of Days stories tend to promote. If you are looking for verification that Jesus or Muhammad or Buddha will materialize and save the hapless humans on this date, I cannot help you. If you want to get an inkling as to why humans even think this way, take the journey that the Trilogy offers, decide for yourself, live with the characters. You are any one of them and all of them:
You are the college dropout, the surfer and the non-believer—if it can’t be categorized and statistically rendered then it isn’t real. You are the victim of an adulterant, of psychological spousal abuse, a soft person whose lost love for life forces only one, singular belief: that paradise does exist but only in the form of sandy beaches and crashing waves. You are one who has lived a hundred years in the body of a fifty-year-old, a self-loathing beggar whose one dark secret has driven him to the brink of financial and spiritual ruin. You are young and lost and trying to find your way through the blight of bad jobs, bad bosses and just plain bad timing. You are an ex-marine, a video journalist, a desert tour guide, a puppet. Yes, a puppet. Strings attached. Fate determined. Manipulated. Lied to…
But hopeful. You can’t give up. Especially since you’ve found out the truth. Not because Peter Galarneau Jr. has made it a plot point but because, like the Trilogy’s characters, you have found the dark side, you have seen the cubits not only in battle but also in yourself and you have fought them with the weapons provided to you by centuries of others so that you may live.
You are Billy, Joel, Stephanie, Janine, Marcy, John, Cooper and Michael. And you are a little bit of Richard Manson as well. We all are to some degree. Evil.
How will the world end? Like it began. With humankind.