here part of the preview chapter of the sea peoples Am I mad? Alan Thurston thought. It was a thought that he often had during the dreams, and that flitted away like a dream when he woke, leaving only a shadow of unexplained fear to haunt his darker waking moments. He could remember that, with an odd detachment, remember so much more than he did when he was awake though he couldn’t, didn’t think about it… the knowledge was simply there. It’s like talking to a lunatic in your own head, he thought. A lunatic who’s also a God.