Like most sagas, Masquerade is a series of episodes leading to other episodes, leading to others, almost biographical for the first few chapters but then hijacked by the players who take it in far darker directions and the uncanny thing is how prescient the things written in those days have turned out to be.
While the plot becomes more fictional, the characters and settings become more and more real, the names often unchanged, the dialogue verbatim – everything in this book either occurred in the real life experience of at least one character in the story or was in character.
It starts in London in 1994, two years before the writing began in a Russian dacha with one of the characters sitting beside the author, sipping tea and making remarks, it moves onto France and ends, via certain island sojourns, at Har Megiddo some two decades later.
Genre? Maybe biographical action, then romantic-erotic suspense, sinking to dystopic horror-fantasy in the last chapters – we cater for all tastes here.
The author still residing in Russia, writing finished about 2007.
A new head teacher meets two youngish Russian ladies in London and follows one back to Russia where he quickly finds himself drawn into other people’s agendas. As with quicksand, the more he tries to extricate himself, the further enmeshed they all become. Then the killings begin.
The story moves to France, south of Paris and now even society is heading into a downwards spiral, courtesy of the powers-that-be; the small ragtag of colleagues and lovers flee for their very lives in a chase across Europe, concealed by sympathetic citizens but suffering gruesome losses all the same, due to treachery from within their ranks.
Initially back in Britain, the elected government now falls to the shadow elite, Europe now a war zone; a large contingent flee to one of the dependencies but even that is bombed, they end up scattered across various islands, bombed out of existence one by one, until the remnant flee again and seek protection under a hill called Megiddo.