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introduction
the church where it all began no longer exists. like so much else in
this bizarre case which has been quietly making history in the last
four years it has receded silently into the mists of memory. simon had
been a monk, a priest, later an abbot and finally a consecrated bishop
of this eastern church, becoming ordained even before he graduated high
school. coming from a slavic background (his grandparents fled the
austro-hungarian empire) he acquired a broad knowledge of several
foreign languages, including french, spanish, italian, slavonic, greek,
latin and even mandarin chinese. this ability enables him to
communicate with people from many races and nationalities as well as to
probe the mysteries of religion and magick in the ancient manuscripts
and worn leather books from many long-forgotten lands. as a young
priest, he found himself called upon to perform exorcisms among poor
ethnic families in the sometimes seedy and dangerous new york city
neighborhoods that were his parish. he had faced evil many times in his
life, and battled with the devil himself in his many disguises. yet, he
was still not prepared for the sudden appearance of the necronomicon
that overcast afternoon in the spring of 1972.
they had not quite made history yet, those two renegade monks who had
unwittingly made it possible for simon to be one of the first human
beings to actually hold the notorious spellbook in his hands. but they
would. shortly thereafter, headlines in the new york times, the
christian science monitor and other papers across the country
proclaimed the awful truth. his two brother monks had been arrested for
committing the biggest rare book heist in the history of the united
states. little did they know the true value of one of their ill-gotten
possesions - the corroded box containing hundreds of pages of
manuscript written in a large, cursive hand in the greek tongue. it was
only one of hundreds and hundreds more they had stolem from
universities and private collections across the united states and
canada. the two monks would eventually serve time in a federal prison
for their offense. and simon would be left with the task of deciphering
what appeared to be an ancient book of spells dating from the ninth
century, a.d.
l.k. barnes had been a student at the university of colorado when he
began painting the bizarre works of aliend landscapes that have become
his hallmark to all who know him now. years ago, he had fantasized
about finding the dread necronomicon in an old used book shop, and many
of his paintings and sculptures are of themes inspired by his voracious
reading of lovecraft's opus. somehow, he knew the book had to exist.
somewhere. in some form. he knew it was not a mere fantasy of
lovecraft's - for the very concept of such a book held a power all its
own. then one day in 1977, a friend, whom we can identify only by his
initials b.a.k. led him to the magickal childe bookstore in manhattan.
it was just the type of strange and exotic place one would almost
expect to find a necronomicon stashed on a forgotten shelf. jokingly,
he asked the proprietor, herman slater, if such was the case.
'certainly,' he replied, and pulled simon's translated manuscript from
behind the counter. 'here it is.'
the rest, as they say, is history.