||Twilight Times Books
||15 October 2003
When a quantum leap hurls the Minotaur from his labyrinth into a strange building, he's none too happy. Neither is Brother Jerome, when he is flung into a maze of corridors. And the friary Guardian is in a spiritual desert. Quant, quantum cat and seraph, has his work cut out.
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When the friary cat, Leo, showed up in the afterlife, Brother Jerome assumed that Leo, too, was dead. But Leo's real name is Quant, and he's a very special cat, for he's a quantum cat, and more.
A rockfall in the labyrinth at Knossos sets off a quantum leap, causing the Minotaur and Brother Jerome to switch places. The Minotaur is shocked to be catapulted from his home and dropped into a small wooden building; Jerome is terrified when he is flung out of the garden shed he had been pottering about in, and deposited in a maze of corridors. Both need help, and the quantum cat springs to the rescue, returning the Minotaur to his labyrinth and leading Jerome out of it. The Minotaur is happy to be home, but Jerome wants to explore the 'old' world he's now in. So, Quant takes him time-traveling, introducing him to his friends Androcles and the Sibyl of Cumae, pointing out to him King Minos climbing Mount Dicte to receive the laws from Zeus, and showing him St. Anthony of Egypt's astonishing journey across the desert to meet Paul the Hermit.
Meantime, back at the friary, the Guardian, Father Aidan, is in a spiritual desert. Having lost sight of the divine light, he struggles on through his dark night--until one day he sees his Lord again, God of gods, in all His dazzling glory. And he and Jerome realize who their cat truly is: a seraph, the angelos of the title.
The Minotaur landed with a thump that knocked the breath out of him, and sprawled headlong. Dazed by his sudden, and painful, transfer to a new environment, he lay on the ground for a few moments, then bellowed angrily. He'd a splitting headache, after having had a rock drop on his head, he'd nearly been set on fire by being flung through air that was red-hot, and now here he was... well, where was he?
Moving slowly, cautiously, so as not to attract attention should anyone be around, the Minotaur lifted himself up on one elbow and snuck a cautious look around. He appeared to be in a room of some sort but he didn't recognise any of his surroundings. Where on earth was he? Was he still on earth? Was he under the earth? Had he died, from the blow to his head when the roof had caved in? Was he in the Underworld now? Didn't seem like the Underworld, somehow, although there was admittedly quite a musty smell.
He passed a shaking hand over his bristly brow. Gods, he felt as if his head was cracking. Carefully he ran his hand over his horns. They didn't seem to be broken. That was a blessing. What was this, though? Between his horns his fingers felt a lump. It hurt. He explored it gently. It was damp, as if the skin had been broken and he'd bled. Oh dear, he wasn't at all keen on blood. It was a real effort to eat all those young Athenians they kept sending him. He really didn't like eating people. Fruit and nuts and honey and fresh bread were much nicer.
Fortunately he'd managed to get the tribute spread out from one year to three and now to nine. He just didn't like the taste of human flesh -- give him apples and plums and cherries and olives and walnuts any time, and chestnuts when they were in season, mmm. Still, it had to be done -- the king had decreed it, and what Minos said, went, even though he was his stepfather. It was quite an ordeal, though. The only way he could manage it was to exile himself to the far room, forsaking his comfy couch and his table and chair and his engraved goblet, bed down on the straw and try to pretend he was a wild animal. He got them down eventually, with swigs of water from the big bowl he kept by the doorway. It was hard-going, though, and he was always glad when he'd swallowed the last mouthful. Human flesh, ugh. The blood, he offered to the gods. They liked that sort of thing.
Angelos, reviewed by award winning author Tricia McGill
“In Angelos, the sequel to Jerome and the Seraph, we meet the quantum cat again. When this cat is around, nothing is quite what it seems.
Leo, the friary cat who can dance through dimensions is still keeping a protective eye on his friend, Brother Jerome. Jerome is still finding the novelty of the afterlife intriguing. Until a rock fall in the Minotaur’s labyrinth sets off a quantum leap.
The Minotaur finds himself in a garden shed in the friary garden and Jerome lands in a maze of corridors and caverns below ground; trapped in the labyrinth. The cat is the only one who can rescue him.
The Minotaur wants to get back to his labyrinth, to make an offering to Father Zeus, highest and best of gods. At its first meeting with the cat with the golden eyes the Minotaur thinks it is a god.
Meantime, in the friary, Brother Fidelis has gone to a new posting and the new father, Aidan, is not as easy to get on with. Father Aidan is struggling across a desert that is the barren wasteland in his soul. And his friars are suffering. Friars Peter, Oliver, Ignatius and Bernard didn’t need a guardian in the throes of a personal religious revival. Perhaps things had got a bit slack around the friary but there was no need to go to extremes. No one was actually breaking rules—were they?
The Minotaur is finally returned to his labyrinth, and curious Jerome is taken on a tour of the “Old World” by Quant. He visits Crete, King Minos's palace, Zeus’s cave. He sees Talos, the giant guarding Crete, the white-winged Pegasus, the Sibyl and goes to Rome to meet more characters from mythology.
Jerome is still puzzled by the ‘time’ thing. Maybe it’s not as linear as he’d supposed. In fact Jerome is puzzled by many things. Is Quant a cat or a lion or the cat at two stages of its existence? Brother Jerome does not realize that he is a reincarnation of the great St Jerome—and, as a saint, is protected by Quant in the form of a lion.
At the conclusion of Angelos, Jerome is joined by a companion on the other side.
Quant convinces Jerome the Minotaur is not a monster—just a different shape. Shapes mean nothing. It’s what is in the heart that matters.
And this story is full of heart. If you enjoyed Robina Williams's first book you will enjoy this sequel so much more—as I did. “Angelos” is filled with humor and wisdom.”
Angelos, reviewed by Dallas Hodder Franklin
Quant, the magical cat that leaps through various worlds and dimensions is back again and in action. In 'Angelos', the sequel to 'Jerome and the Seraph', Robina Williams weaves her own storytelling magic and Quant rises to the occasion. This is a fantasy ebook and written so superbly that you become totally engrossed in the tale and forget it's fantasy.
Robina accomplishes this task by not only bringing this world together with the 'dead world' but in Angelos she even incorporates the mythological world. It gives us a whole new perspective on the topic of time and old/new worlds and how they are happening 'now'. Both ebooks give you much to ponder while enjoying a great read.
In 'Jerome and the Seraph' we're introduced to Brother Jerome who has an unfortunate accident in the friary cemetery. Ironically, he falls and bangs his head on a tombstone and is killed instantly. He's not quite sure where he is and when he connects with his beloved cat, Leo he soon learns Leo isn't the cat he thought him to be. Leo tells Jerome he prefers to be called Quant and then helps Jerome travel from the 'dead world' to the 'live world' with some bumps along the way. Some of the Brothers at the friary witness Brother Jerome coming and going and if that wasn't enough to spook them, Quant is seen doing the same thing.
All this spooking comes into play again as 'Angelos' opens with the arrival of the new Guardian of the Order, Father Aidan. The Brothers have all been enjoying a rather relaxed atmosphere but that all changes as Father Aidan begins to impose some strict rules while dealing with his own faith.
As Father Aidan lives through his dark night of the soul, he finds redemption and renewed faith in God through a number of well-known paintings that comes to summation with Dali's Christ of St John of the Cross. Robina's writing talent connects all the worlds in an astounding tale.
She keeps you reading as you learn what makes each character tick and makes the story even more interesting when Brother Jerome, by another fluke accident, takes a quantum leap to the labyrinth of a Minotaur and the Minotaur ends up at the monastery.
We meet many mythological creatures, gods of the 'old world' and even get to see some characters in other past lives. Or is it a past life? It's a whole new perspective on 'time' and living in the 'now'. While learning all this you're transported to worlds that come to life in a fascinating way.
I loved 'Angelos' as much as 'Jerome and the Seraph' and if you like reading fantasy I'm sure you'll love it too. I highly recommend this ebook and give it a top rating of 10!
©2003 Dallas Hodder Franklin
Rating Scale: 1-10
'Angelos' Rating: 10
Not too long ago, Brother Jerome passed away, but in his mind he feels busier now than when he lived. Ironically he was a stay at home monk rather than a traveling soul as he is now especially when his friend Leo the live friary feline takes him on one of those weird adventures as his "dead" cat guide Quant.
At the friary, the new guardian Father Aidan seems opposite to his reputation of being an easy going person; instead he is tight and sets strict rules that disturb the brothers. Unbeknownst to all the residents except Leo, Father Aidan is undergoing a faith crisis with no one human to turn to for help. Instead he finds some renewal with paintings, but to fully regain his lost soul he will need a feline miracle.
However, Quant is to busy to show his Seraph soul to the skeptical Guardian. Brother Jerome, due to a freak accident, has exchanged places with the Ancient Crete Minotaur. While he resides in the Labyrinth uninterested in dining on teens, the bull relaxes at the monastery’s modern day shed looking for some meat.
Angelos, the sequel to the fabulous Jerome and the Seraph, is a delightful fantasy that uses humor to tell a deep philosophical tale. The story line moves forward (stop quibbling – back in time too) as the audience, Jerome and Aidan receive a feline education that showcases the true meaning of relativity. Life including religious choices depends more on the era and locale than on the dogma. Robina Williams provides a terrific tale that the audience will cherish.
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