The Human Chord

His imagination conceived and bore-worlds; but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life; and, sooner or later, he invariably found it.

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Robert Spinrobin needed work when he came across the ad for a secretarial assistant for a clergyman. Little did he know this opportunity was something he would live to regret... Please Note: This book is easy to read in true text, not scanned images that can sometimes be difficult to decipher. This eBook has bookmarks at chapter headings and is printable up to two full copies per year.

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"WANTED, by Retired Clergyman, Secretarial Assistant with courage and imagination. Tenor voice and some knowledge of Hebrew essential; single; unworldly. Apply Philip Skale." Robert Spinrobin needed the work, and he took the bait. He possessed the necessary qualifications: a thin tenor voice, not unmusical; a smattering of Hebrew which he had picked up at Cambridge because he liked the fine, high-sounding names of deities and angels; and courage and imagination.It was a job he lived to regret. For he was meant to be the final note in a "human chord" designed to call out the true name of God . . . which could prove the greatest blessing or the worst curse in all of creation!