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I am by nature a thief
I steal to order
I amassed wealth beyond dreams of avarice
And then Felix the god of luck and cunning, the god of thieves deserted me. I made a terrible mistake and my dearest friends were slaughtered like stunned bulls, sacrifice to Mithras: Nor did the consequence of my mistake end with their deaths. My life and the life of all those I held dear fell down in ruin. Death snapped at my heels. I fled to Egypt and from there set out for Kathmandu which was about as far from Rome as I could at that time envisage.
Along the dusty road I mourned my friends, the fate of my loved ones: Consequence, I realised too late is a harsh, unforgiving mistress.
In Kathmandu I met Jeshua, a gifted healer, a scholar and a wise man. Three years later Jeshua gave me a sealed, cedar wood cylinder. He said it contained his testament. He asked me to carry it to the very edge of Empire. To Britain, a cool, green isle of drifting rain, of changing skies and soft, mellow sunlight.
I never left the isle
As for Jeshua’s testament?
Jeshua, the one the Good Abbot calls Jesus.
Based on the memoirs of a Pearl Harbor survivor. Letters from two pen pals take the reader on a journey into the past, a past where nightmares came true, and when hatred reigned.
Ireland 1967. The Summer of love. Or was it?
A holiday weekend. Amazing weather. American student Dakota Lacey is hiking around Kerry.
But there’s a sinister, dark side to the atmosphere. Lone female hikers are being brutally attacked.
Ireland 1947. Seven weeks of relentless snow. Guard Eamon Foley is searching for a missing child.
At Toby Appleyard’s farm, he discovers the kitchen littered with dead cats. And the skeletal remains of a woman. Upstairs, Toby is dead in his bed.
