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Category:
Action/Thriller
Publisher: Brian C, Poole
Type: Fiction
Pages: 182
Copyright: May 4, 2013
ISBN-13: 9780615808819
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
A special child with gifts he doesn't understand could save the world or destroy it. A desperate struggle emerges from the shadows with the fate of everything resting in the balance.
Ben Callahan is reunited with his young son, James, after an agonizing separation. Two years earlier, the boy’s unstable mother disappeared and took him with her, but her murder in a remote cabin brings father and son together again, before plunging the Callahan family into danger.
Ben takes James home to Boston where it quickly becomes apparent that he’s no ordinary boy. James has been given a divine gift, a healing gift, that makes him special… and a target. Two rival organizations rise from the shadows in desperate attempts to acquire and control James and are willing to kill anyone who stands in their way. A third faction intervenes to protect the boy and help Ben come to terms with the fantastic events swirling around his son. When James falls into the clutches of one of the deadly societies, one that has designs on bringing about a cataclysmic religious event using James as the trigger, Ben and his new allies run a desperate race against time to rescue his son before disaster strikes.
Suspenseful, shocking and thought-provoking, Grievous Angels is a thriller that weighs the costs of faith and sacrifice and how one small child could bring the world to the brink of destruction or salvation.
Excerpt
The frigid wind blew off Puget Sound and cut through the gaps in the cramped wooden cabin that Stella Moretti shared with her young son. The lines around Stella’s mouth hardened into a grimace as she stared into the darkness from the front porch, pulling her sweater tight around her.
She carelessly pulled a strand of limp hair from her face, its natural dark color prematurely streaked with a grey that matched the creases on her face, lines that seemed excessive for a woman barely in her thirties. Her eyes receded into pits of blackness as she scanned the ever darkening sky, the wind rattling her gaunt figure. With a last scan of the horizon, Stella turned and walked into the cabin, securing the deadbolt on the door behind her.
James sat curled in a battered armchair in the small living room, his face buried in a dog-eared paperback. Only seven, James already preferred the company of books to almost anything else, driven largely by mother and son’s isolation. Stella provided all the schooling he received and his time outside the cabin was limited and strictly supervised. His dusty brown hair and light complexion were a constant reminder to Stella of James’ father, a man she was sure hated her, because he didn’t understand why she’d made the choices she had.
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