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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Createspace
ISBN-10: 1449531822
Type: Fiction
Pages: 328
Copyright: November 25, 2009
ISBN-13: 139781449531829
Mark Ramsay's troubles increase as he tries unsuccessfully to come to terms with the fact that he has been gone from his beloved Scotland for 21 years during which time Meredith has married his best Brother and constant nemesis, Lucio Dambretti. On top of his woes, he must use his alchemical mysteries to help place the fabled Philosopher's Stone in the Golden Key that unlocks the Ark of the Covenant. While he's busy trying to reclaim his life and his home, an ancient enemy resurfaces and begins to wreak havoc on the Order of the Red Cross of Gold.
Mark Ramsay's troubles increase as he tries unsuccessfully to come to terms with the fact that he has been gone from his beloved Scotland for 21 years during which time Meredith has married his best Brother and constant nemesis, Lucio Dambretti. On top of his woes, he must use his alchemical mysteries to help place the fabled Philosopher's Stone in the Golden Key that unlocks the Ark of the Covenant. While he's busy trying to reclaim his life and his home, an ancient enemy resurfaces and begins to wreak havoc on the Order of the Red Cross of Gold.
Excerpt
They stood watching and waiting as the wind wailed around their third floor apartment.
“Oh my God! What is that noise?” Sylvia gasped and pressed her hands over her ears as a low, vibrating noise filled the air with a repressive buzzing sound.
The lights blinked off after a loud bang and the wind threatened to extinguish their candles. Camilla grabbed her arm and pointed over her shoulder at the man on the sofa, outside their circle. Sylvia’s eyes grew wide and she fell back into Adriana’s arms. The three girls sank to the floor in a tight huddle as they stared at what was happening to their unsuspecting guest.
“Is this supposed to happen?” Sylvia asked in a raspy whisper.
“Keep the camera rolling!” Adriana ignored Sylvia and poked Camilla. “I don’t know. Stay inside the circle. It’s supposed to protect us.”
On the sofa, Mark Andrew Ramsay, Chevalier du Morte, poor Knight of Solomon’s Temple, lay unconscious with one arm covering his face just as he had for several minutes, but now he was encased in a glowing cocoon of light that shivered and shimmered just outside the contours of his body. While they watched, the cocoon grew outward and then separated itself into a vague twin image of blue light. The ghostly apparition sat up and put its feet on the floor, leaving Mark on the sofa in the dark. The Scotsman let out a long breath and lay absolutely still.
“Oh my God!” Camilla shouted. “We killed him!”
“Shut up!” Adriana hushed her as Sylvia began to cry. “Don’t move! Be still!”
The doppelganger stood up and they watched in morbid fascination as it took on more solid proportions. It moved its head from left to right as if searching for something. They could see two points of deeper blue light where its eyes might be. It finally seemed to focus on them and took two steps forward. Sylvia shrieked.
“Please don’t hurt us!” Adriana addressed the spectral image. “Mark? Is that you?” she asked and then nudged Camilla’s slack camera hand back into position. “Keep filming,” she whispered.
“Who then has called me from the deep dreams of sleep?” the voice was not Mark’s at all. “Who thus has called my name thrice in vain? Know ye not that my Spirit shall ever be with thee, guiding thy feet in the pathway of Light? Mystery and wisdom have I brought to my children; knowledge and power descended from old. Know ye not that all shall be opened when ye shall find the oneness of the All?”
“I’m so sorry, sir,” Sylvia whimpered. “We didn’t know… are you an angel? Are you Mark’s guardian angel? We’re sorry for disturbing you.”
“Hush up, Sylvia,” Adriana told her. “Can you grant us three wishes?” she asked the figure hopefully.
“Get thee gone, children of darkness!” The specter answered, decidedly annoyed. “Leave now this place and seek ye the light. Follow the light, disturb not my resting, lest I return ere man has risen to call thee thyself into account for thy failings. I will break down your temple and turn loose the hounds of the barrier!” It raised one arm and pointed one finger at them menacingly.
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