Showing posts with label Linda Rios Brook. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

The Redeemer

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Realms (May 3, 2011)
***Special thanks to Anna Coelho Silva | Publicity Coordinator, Charisma House | Charisma Media for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Linda Rios Brook has worked as a media executive in broadcasting for over thirty years. A highly acclaimed teacher and member of the International Coalition of Apostles, she teaches at the Covenant Centre International in Palm Beach Gardens and at the Wagner Leadership Institute in Colorado Springs. Linda serves on the board of directors for Global Harvest and is vice president of the International Christian Chamber of Commerce USA. She has taught classes on the Dominion Sky Angel satellite network and is the author of several books: Lucifer’s Flood, The Deliverer, The King, Frontline Christians in a Bottom Line World, Wake Me When It’s Over: From the Boardroom to the Twilight Zone and the Faithfulness of God, and Jesus for Adults.

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SHORT BOOK DESCRIPTION:

As the final installment in the series that began with Lucifer’s Flood, Linda Rios Brook’s The Redeemer finds ancient language expert Samantha Yale translating a final batch of ancient scrolls written by a fallen angel. This volume of writings covers the demon’s eyewitness accounts of biblical events that cover the life of Jesus. In the process we also discover the mysterious Mr. Wonk’s true identity and learn an amazing secret that Samantha has been keeping. This is a story about rebellion and consequences. It is about demonic strategy to disrupt and destroy the people of God. But ultimately it is a story about the unrelenting love, grace, mercy, and determination of a sovereign God in pursuit of His errant children.

Product Details:

List Price: $13.99
Paperback: 304 pages
Publisher: Realms (May 3, 2011)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1616382066
ISBN-13: 978-1616382063

AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:

I never knew how Satan was going to react to bad news, so I waited as long as possible before mentioning the new star-like object. At the slightest chance an irregularity might resolve itself, I usually saved myself the grief and didn’t tell him.
This time I may have waited too long.

Satan stared at the glowing ball hanging in the vacuous space between the heavens. “How long has it been there?”

“I’m not sure, sir. It appeared suddenly. I watched it for a few days, and when it didn’t disappear, I called for you; that is, as soon as I realized it might be important. But then on the other hand, perhaps it means nothing.”
He leaned over the ledge, looked down, and then back up at the strange new light.
“You should have notified me immediately.”

“My fault entirely, All-Knowing One.”

“I knew you were dumb—always have been. How could you think something like this appearing in my territory without my permission could mean nothing?”

Trick question.
“I meant to say maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you— personally. Perhaps I shouldn’t have bothered you until I was sure.”

“It’s your fault for not telling me sooner if this turns out to be trouble for me.”
He was becoming agitated. I needed to diffuse the situation.

“Oh, you know what it probably is? I should have remembered. Before we were thrown out of heaven, Adonai was always making new stars, but some of them didn’t turn out, and He threw them away. This one is probably a reject. He tossed it here to get it out of

His way.”
I paused to gauge his reaction. When he didn’t have one, I kept talking.

“Of course, that’s just what it is, nothing but a botched star. I should have figured it out before I interrupted you. A thousand pardons...”
“It’s not a star.”
“You’re right; it’s not.”
“Don’t patronize me.”
“That would be impossible, sir.”

I knew it wasn’t a star, but it shone like one, and I had to call it something. I was about to explain my choice of descriptors when Molech arrived.
“You sent for me, my lord.” Molech bowed his head, as all lesser beings were required to do when addressing Satan.

“Do you see it?” Satan pointed toward the light.

“Yes, it’s been there for weeks. We’ve all been watching it.”

“Weeks?” Satan snarled and looked at me.

“Uh, well, it’s like this, master—” I had to think of something fast, or I would be so found out. It was my job to watch and report anything unusual immediately. For sure a new light source fixed in the sky as if tethered by an invisible wire over a small town on

the earth would, by anyone’s interpretation, fall into the unusual category. The truth was, of late I’d grown lax about monitoring the earth.

Ever since the prophets died off, God seemed to have lost interest and hadn’t said a word to the Jews in four hundred and thirty years. Humanity was not that interesting without God, and I got bored. I hadn’t been watching Earth every day like I should have been. I still checked on it on a somewhat regular basis, but the truth was, I didn’t know where the light came from or how long it had been there. One look at Satan’s scowl and I knew I’d better find something to say in my defense.
“As you know, master,” I continued, “I’m always at my post watching, but my vision isn’t what it used to be. Recently I’ve seen a number of things that weren’t there, and knowing how busy you are, I didn’t want to trouble you with a figment of my poor eyesight and vivid imagination. But as soon as I knew it was real, I notified you right away, O Sovereign One ever to be praised.”

“God is behind this,” Satan said to Molech, ignoring me entirely. “Send scouts; find out what He’s planning. Miss nothing.”

“As you say, my liege.”
Molech spread his leathery wings and was off. Satan watched the light a little longer and then went back to his lair without saying another word to me. I hopped up on my perch to study the light more closely.

What can it be? Have I ever seen anything like this? No. So why does it seem familiar?
As I strained to recollect, a long-dormant memory woke up in the back of my mind and wiggled its way to the front. Goosebumps formed on my tail as it all came back to me.

How could I have forgotten? I was right here on this very perch when I saw it the first time.
It was after we were thrown out of heaven, thousands of years ago when Lucifer ordered me to watch the earth languish in devastation after he and his rebellious angels ravaged it until there was nothing left of the beautiful blue-and-green planet except for the black, swirling waters. I was with them, but it wasn’t my fault, and I wasn’t a rebel. I was a victim of circumstance.
I was standing in the wrong place when the war in heaven broke out, weighing the odds between Lucifer and Michael, trying to make up my mind what to do, as any reasonable person would, given the situation. When I figured out that there was no possibility Lucifer could win, I was just about to walk over to Michael’s side; then suddenly the

war was over, and Lucifer and one-third of the angels were cast to the earth. I got caught in the downdraft and fell with them. Five minutes more and none of this would have happened to me.

The day things changed for the earth I was right here at my post in the second heaven watching the dank waters that covered it. I confess that from time to time the boredom became unbearable, and I would close my eyes and let my mind wander to a happier time when I was still in the third heaven with God. Fortunately for me, I wasn’t wandering that day. I scanned the sea like always, and like always I saw nothing happening—except for one tiny glimmer that appeared in the black water.

“It can’t be light,” I said to myself. “There is no light left anywhere on the earth.” I looked again. “That is definitely a glimmer of light.”
I got a little closer and watched as the luminous ripples grew bigger and spread further until the murkiness of the water began to clear. When I finally figured out what was happening, I wanted to run and hide.

Ruah Ha Kadosh was hovering over the deep. I was a witness when God began the re-creation of the fallen earth.

“There’s something about this star, or whatever it is, that feels like the light I saw in the seas so long ago.” I scratched my head. “But how could it be?”
I continued to watch the glow for several more hours until I heard the beating of wings. Molech was back with a cadre of platoon leaders. They set themselves down on the steps leading into Satan’s throne room. I hurried to catch up and followed them inside.

“What have you learned?” Satan demanded. “Something is happening on the earth, isn’t it?”
“That may be, my lord.” Molech paused and exchanged looks with Tammuz, the demon to his right. “But whatever might be happening on the earth cannot be nearly as important as what has happened in the third heaven.”
“How could you know anything about the third heaven?” I blurted out before I could catch myself. “We have no access there anymore.”

Molech glared at me. “You have no access, but my associate here”—he nodded toward Tammuz—“has, shall we say, sources.”

Tammuz stepped forward and bowed to Satan. “My lord, legions of angels are leaving the third heaven—right now—and are heading to the earth.”
Any news involving the heavenly host always made Satan’s eyes twitch, especially if the word legions was in the same sentence.

“But there’s more.” Molech prodded Tammuz along by poking him on the arm. “Tell him the rest—the part about Adonai.”

Satan’s twitching eyes widened.
“I was coming to that,” Tammuz said. “Adonai is missing.”

“Missing?” Satan squeaked, then cleared his throat. “Do you mean to say they’ve misplaced Him?”
Neither Molech nor Tammuz laughed at the ridiculous nature of Satan’s question, and I certainly didn’t, but only because I clamped my teeth over my tongue.
“He’s gone, master,” Tammuz said.

“Vanished,” Molech added. “He’s left the third heaven.”

“Impossible,” Satan declared. “He never leaves home. Besides, where would He go? You’re mistaken and wasting my time.”

Satan drew back his arm as if he might strike the messengers. Molech and Tammuz cowered and stepped back.

“He’s not there, my lord,” Tammuz said. “My sources looked everywhere. He’s gone. The rank-and-file angels are as perplexed as we are.”

Satan lifted an eyebrow.
“There was one witness to something strange.” Tammuz chose his words carefully. “Someone saw the host lined up in front of the throne room, facing each other with their swords drawn and crossed.”

“And?” Satan waved his claw hand in circles, urging Tammuz to say whatever he was trying not to say.

“And the witness saw Adonai come out of the throne room, walk under the crossed swords, and leave. No one has seen Him since.”

“It’s a trick.” Satan walked across the floor and kicked over a footstool, then turned back to Molech. “Where could He have gone?”

“The angels don’t know, sire, not even the elite guard. They are as mystified as you—I mean us; of course you are never mystified.”

Suddenly the door flew open as Baal, Satan’s highest-ranking demon god, barged into the room without being announced. He was breathing so hard we could barely understand him.

“You’ve got to come now, master—to the rim. We’re about to be overrun by them. Hurry!”
“Overrun by what? Whom?” I asked.

“Angels!”
“Are we being invaded?” Satan demanded.

“You must come and see for yourself.”

Wasting no more time, Satan raced with Baal to the edge of the second heaven with the rest of us right behind them. We lined up along the perimeter, where we had a clear view of the earth and all that lay in between it and us. Baal hadn’t exaggerated. Tens of thousands of high-ranking angels were gathering above the earth’s blue sky.

“What are they doing?” Satan asked.

I didn’t realize he was talking to me until he slapped me and demanded an answer.
“I, uh, well, I’m not sure, sir, but it doesn’t look like they’re coming here. It looks like they may be about to penetrate the veil between heaven and the earth and reveal themselves to that group of shepherds down there in the fields.”



“Nonsense. The heavenly host wouldn’t waste their time on gypsies. Besides, I’m sure it would be an illegal military maneuver.”

He was about to huff off when Baal tugged on his sleeve.

“Moron may be right.” He was referring to me. “Look at how the shepherds are scattering. They definitely see the angels.”

We watched as some of the shepherds ran away in fear, while others trembled and fell to their knees. But let me tell you, the trembling ones weren’t by themselves. There were no heroes in the demon horde that day either. We didn’t know why the angels had gathered,

but if it had anything to do with us, we knew we were outmanned by two to one. The chatter among the demons began.

“Why are the angels out there?”
“Is there going to be a fight?”
“Look, they’re closing ranks!”

“Ask Satan what we should do.”

Satan grabbed me by my wing.
“Find out what this means,” he ordered as he pushed me nearer the rim. “Get closer.” Then he pushed me off the edge.

I flapped as hard as I could to keep from falling. I was afraid of what the angels might do if they noticed me, but I knew what Satan would do if I didn’t obey, so I carefully fluttered a little farther out over the abyss where I could see them better. As I got closer, I realized the angels weren’t wearing their combat gear; there was not a sword in sight. They were lining up in choir formation.

“Are they going to attack?” Satan yelled out at me.

“No, sir, I believe they’re going to sing.”

“What?” Satan asked in disbelief as he flew to my side to see for himself.
And sing they did. The angelic royalty of heaven went near the earth and sang a song to fewer than a dozen cowering shepherds.

“Fear not, for behold we bring you glad tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For born unto you tonight in the city of David is the Messiah, the Lord who will bring salvation to all mankind. Go, and you will find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.”
The angels’ voices were so loud we covered our ears to muffle the sounds as they continued.
“Glory to God in the highest and on the earth, peace and goodwill toward men.”
I was terrified like all the rest but so excited by what the angels sang I could barely contain myself. I followed Satan back to the rim and tried to appear as disturbed as the rest of the demons, but inside I was bursting with hope. How long I had waited for Him—the one promised to David so many generations ago. Oh, yes, He was the hope of the Jews, but He was my hope as well, my only hope.

The veil between heaven and the earth closed, and the angels were no longer visible to the shepherds or to us; still, no one moved from his place. It was almost as if an invisible force held us there. We seemed hypnotized by the light that still hung over the blackness of the great abyss.
“What was that all about?” asked one of the demons.

“Maybe Satan knows.”
“Yes, Satan must know.”
But Satan didn’t know. When he heard the chattering among the demons, he whispered to me out of the side of his mouth.

“Do you think it’s over? Should we move on?”

“Can you move, sir?”
He grimaced as he tried to lift a hoof. I pretended not to be looking.

“Maybe we should wait a bit longer,” I said.

I didn’t know what was coming, but the tingling scales on the back of my neck told me something else was about to happen. At once another blinding light appeared and hovered over the abyss right in front of Satan. I knew him immediately. It was Gabriel, the essenger angel of the most high God. All the demons took one step back. Except for me.

“Gabriel! Hello.” I stepped forward and waved.

Satan stepped on my tail and jerked my wing. “Stay still and shut up!”

“Sorry, sir.” I slunk back.
“Lucifer, fallen son of the light.” Gabriel’s voice was like thunder.

“What do you want?” Satan tried to appear annoyed, but his swishing tail said he was nervous. “You’re in my territory.”

“I bring you a message from I AM, one that will be good news to all mankind.”
“Then why are you telling me?”

“Guess what it means for you.”

Every demon took another step back.

“Wha–what is it?” Satan stammered.

The angel’s eyes narrowed as he answered.

“Game on.”


The Redeemer by Linda Rios Brook is the fourth book in the Reluctant Demon series. We have followed our unnamed protagonist through the previous three books as he "accidentally" falls from heaven with the rest of the demons when Lucifer rebels against God and then is assigned by Satan to watch over the Jewish people and report back to the devil about God's dealing with them. Our "hero" has watched Adam and Even get the boot from Eden, Moses lead the Israelites out of Egypt, and King David unite the twelve tribes together in peace under his rule. While observing the humans, he has come to understand much of how they think, and he's spent an enormous amount of time trying to compile a solid argument to someday present to God for his repentance. In The Redeemer, even Satan is shaken when he discovers that Adonai has disappeared from second heaven and that the Messiah has been born on earth. The reluctant demon quickly figures out that Adonai has left heaven to be born on earth as Jesus, the Messiah, but he can't figure out what blood has to do with anything and why is Satan so insistent that Jesus die any way BUT on the cross. He is present from Christ's birth to his baptism to his crucifixion and along the way, he comes to fall in love with this Messiah who refuses to listen to his wisdom but sometimes gives the slightest hint that He knows the demon is there. Brook has done a magnificent job of reinterpreting first the Old Testament and here the Gospels in a fresh way through the eyes of a new witness who has an unusual perspective on things. Brook offers readers unfamiliar with the Bible an intriguing way understanding it, and for those who have heard these stories again and again, she gives new life. There is also a modern day element to the story as the demon's scrolls are discovered and forces jockey for control of them, and it appears that there may be a sequel based on this. I hope so. I'm not ready yet to say good-bye to our hapless, often hopeless, cowardly yet trustworthy hero who retells these familiar stories with humor while making them deeply personal through his desire for redemption.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

The King

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Today's Wild Card author is:


and the book:

Realms (May 4, 2010)
***Special thanks to Anna Coelho Silva | Publicity Coordinator, Book Group | Strang Communications for sending me a review copy.***

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:



Linda Rios Brook is the author of numerous books including the popular novel Lucifer’s Flood. The president of the Rios Brook Foundation, she is a sought after speaker and teacher on matters relevant to cultural restoration. She is an ordained minister, serves on the WLI faculty and has served as a guest lecturer at the University of Minnesota.


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Product Details:

List Price: $13.99
Paperback: 296 pages
Publisher: Realms (May 4, 2010)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1599799146
ISBN-13: 978-1599799148

AND NOW...THE FIRST CHAPTER:


Help me! Somebody help me! They’re climbing up the side.” “I’m coming, Ham. Hold on, I’m coming.” Noah struggled to stay erect against the howling wind and pounding rain that threatened to beat him down to the deck. Fighting against a storm he never could have imagined, he made his way across the slippery deck to reach his son. Ham screamed, swinging his club against the thing trying to climb onto the boat.


Don’t let them get him, God, please.


The anguished screams of the people in the rising floodwaters were more than Noah could bear. Some called him by name, begging and cursing him as they flailed about in the swirling water. At last he reached his son. Ham threw down his club, covered his ears with his hands, and closed his eyes, as if doing so could shut out the pleas coming from the drowning people.


“Help us! Noah, you can’t leave us here.”


“You can’t just let us drown. You know us.”


Noah took his son’s arm to calm him, but Ham jerked it away and berated his father.


“Listen to them. Is this what God told you to do? Let your neighbors drown?” The boat lunged violently and threw him forward. He grabbed hold of his father’s shoulders to keep from falling.


“Listen to them cursing you—cursing me; it’s not my fault. I’m not to blame.”


The cries from the water became more desperate.


“Have mercy for God’s sake; we’re human beings.”


Ham let go of his father and grabbed hold of the banister as he railed at the people in the water.


“No, you’re not! You’re not human; you’re mutants. You deserve to drown.”


Father and son watched in horror as the people began to disappear under the black water. The wind grew stronger, the waves higher, and the boat rocked from side to side. Ham couldn’t hold back the nausea from the dizzying pitch of the boat. He struggled to keep his balance with one hand and clutched his stomach with the other.


“Aaagh, I can’t take any more.” He bent over the rail and retched.


He was always the weak one; nothing like his brothers. Noah dropped the club he’d been carrying in order to stabilize his son.


“It’s all right; I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall over.”


By the time Noah saw the grotesque face no more than an arm’s length away from his son’s head, it was too late. He strained to drag Ham back to safety as the giant pulled himself out of the water and tried to board the boat where Ham leaned over. The half-breed human seized Ham by the hair and jerked him from his father’s grip, drawing him down toward the roiling water. Noah went down to his knees, frantically searching for the club he’d dropped.


“Let me go!” Ham writhed in pain and tried to free himself from the massive hand that held him.


Noah found his weapon and pounded the distorted face of the creature.


“Drop him! I’ll kill you if I have to.” Ramming the end of his club into the creature’s eye, Noah cried out for his other sons. “Shem, Japheth, help me! They’ve got Ham.”


Shem was fighting his own battle against another intruder on the other side of the boat when he heard his father’s cries for help. He swung his club like a sledgehammer and pounded the six-fingered hand of the monster holding tightly to the bow. The hybrid being yelped in pain, lost his grip, and tumbled into the water. Shem steadied himself then raced to help his father.


“I’m coming. Hold on.”


With the fervor of a man half his age, Noah rammed his rugged club again into the face and eyes of the giant until it shrieked in pain, released its grip on his son, and fell back into the black water. Terrified and exhausted, Ham collapsed on the deck. Shem moved

his father to the side and bent down to help his brother to his feet.


“You must get up. They’re coming; can you stand?”


“Yes...look out!”


A sudden jolt, the boat reeled, and the wind blew open a door leading to a lower deck where dozens of terrified animals were crowded into stalls. The bellows of the frightened animals mingled with the human cries until they blended into one mournful wail as

the waves battered the ark.


“Are you all right? Can you take care of him?” Shem asked his father. “I’ve got to help Japheth before the animals get out.”


“Go, go! We’ll be all right.” Noah waved Shem on as he took his trembling son in his arms. Why doesn’t he have the courage of his brothers? Maybe I’ve been too soft on him. If the animals get out, it’s all been for nothing. Noah dragged Ham close to the wall of the cabin and set him down.


“Stay here. You’ll be safe.”


“Don’t leave me.”


“I have to help your brothers.”


Noah set out after Shem, but in his confusion he turned toward the opposite end of the boat.


Shem reached Japheth’s side, and together they thrust all their weight against the heaving door.


“The animals are stampeding,” Japheth said. “We can’t hold them!”


“We have to keep them in.”


Shem summoned all his strength and with one mighty thrust managed to slide the locking rod across the door to constrain the bellowing cargo inside. In the struggle to secure the animals, neither brother saw another giant pull himself over the rail and onto the deck.


“Get out of my way,” the beast threatened. He pushed the brothers to the side then yanked on the barred door and tried to crawl inside to hide with the animals.


“Keep him out!” Shem yelled.


Together they grabbed his bulging legs and pulled him facedown, away from the door and toward the center of the boat. He cursed them and thrashed from side to side.


“We’ve got to get him back into the water!” Japheth cried out.


“Are you mad? We can’t lift him!”


“We have to do it; don’t let him turn over.”


With all their might the brothers fought to subdue the monster, but he overpowered them. With his superhuman strength he threw Shem into a wall and trampled Japheth to the floor. Just then, still disoriented and weak, Ham stumbled toward his brothers.


“Shem? Japheth, where are you?” The fog and darkening night made it impossible to see more than a few feet.


“Oh, please, no,” Japheth moaned under his breath. “How did he get over here?”


“I don’t know. I left him with Father. Ham, go back. Run.” But the warning was too late. The giant lunged for Ham and caught him by the neck.


“Got you, pretty boy.”


With one enormous hand over his face, he dragged him backward, pressing Ham’s head into his heaving chest as he tightened his fingers around his throat.


“Let him go!” Japheth struggled to his feet then collapsed on his broken leg.


Out of the fog, with the eyes of a madman, Noah charged toward the monster.


I should never have taken my eyes off him.


“Father, look out!” Shem cried. “Over there, another one!”


Noah spun around and saw the six-fingered hands of another beast hanging from the railing, struggling to climb aboard.


“Let go before I kill you!”


With a powerful blow, Noah shattered the giant’s knuckles. Swearing vehemently, he fell back into the murky water.


“Can’t breathe; help me,” Ham moaned, losing consciousness.


“I’m coming, Ham; don’t give up.”


Noah raced toward his son’s captor, his club raised to strike him, but stopped short when the monster lifted Ham by the throat and dangled him above the deck.


“I wouldn’t try it, Noah.”


Noah’s heart stopped when he recognized the voice and saw the blue face of his oxygen-deprived son. He’s going to kill him.


“You.” Noah’s voice was barely a whisper. “I thought you were dead.”


“Oh, but I’m not.” The monster mockingly kissed the top of Ham’s head and licked his lips. “Let him go, Og. He can’t breathe.”


“That would be a shame; he would be so...scrumptious.” Lustful laughter rumbled from the beast’s throat as desperation and fear welled up in Noah. I can’t let him kill him; he’s my son.


“Let him go; drop him now. I’ll do whatever you want.”


“Give me shelter, Noah.”


Terrified for his son’s life, Noah lowered his club and looked anxiously from Ham’s captor to his other sons—injured and unable to fight.


“What about them?”


“I care nothing for them—or you.”


The screams of the drowning people continued to sound over the crashing waves.


“And them?” Noah asked. “Will you try to help them?”


“Let them drown. Deal?”


What kind of father would let his son be killed?


Noah nodded then jumped forward to catch Ham’s limp body as the Nephilim king dropped him to the floor and lumbered toward the door of the boat’s cabin.


“Hide in the rafters,” Noah said. “No one must know you’ve survived.”


Daylight was fading in Jerusalem as Samantha Yale sat at her professor’s desk intently watching her BlackBerry as if she expected it might speak to her.


Maybe I can will it to ring.


Across the room sat an unpacked UPS box—unpacked except for the one scroll she had unrolled then left on her conference table. Shrugging the fatigue from her shoulders, she took a break from staring at the phone and picked up the scroll one more time. With a

disdainful look she dropped it again.


Forgeries. Does he think he can fool me? She rubbed her temples, as if by doing so she could telepathically summon some faraway person.


Call me, you seriously disturbed man. Wonk Eman, call me this minute.


As if on cue, the BlackBerry vibrated to announce a caller.


It’s him. She picked up the phone without checking the caller ID.


“Wonk?”


“Pardon?”


“Wonk, is that you?” Touching the mute button she held the phone out and looked for the caller name. ID blocked.


We’ve got no time to play games, my friend. Taking a slow breath, she turned off mute and changed her tone of voice to one less threatening.


“Wonk, are you there?”


“No,” a man’s voice answered. “It’s Jonathan Marks.”


“Dr. Marks, what a surprise. I apologize. I don’t usually answer the phone in that manner.”


How did he get this number?


“Perhaps I’m the one who should apologize for calling on your personal cell. I had some difficulty getting through the university’s call center and felt I should try to reach you right away.”


“It happens frequently—perils of an outdated system.” She cleared her throat. “I don’t recall giving you this number, but never mind. How can I help you, Dr. Marks?”


“Perhaps I can help you—concerning the scrolls you called me about previously. I may have some important information for you, if you’re still interested.”


“I am.”


“Are you aware that the scrolls may be stolen property?”


“Certainly not. Why would you ask such a thing?”


“I had a visit this morning from a man named Anak Rapha. Does that name mean anything to you?”


“Should it?”


“He claims to be the curator for the Institute of Egyptology in Cairo. He told me he was looking for relics stolen from the institute—a set of scrolls written in cuneiform.”


“I see.” She picked up the discarded scroll and held it over her desk lamp as if giving it one more chance to be authentic. “Why do you think he contacted you?”


“Why did you?”


“Touché. I suppose I’m not the only one who knows about your work.”


“He said my reputation as a specialist in religious relics made me the needed expert for validation that whoever stole them will have to have to sell them on the black market. If the perpetrators hadn’t contacted me yet, he felt certain they would.”


“What else did he say?”


“He said the scrolls were given to the institute by a patron who wished to remain anonymous. Upon hearing of their disappearance, the patron is willing to pay a large reward—no questions asked—for their return.”


“I see. How did you answer?”


“I said I didn’t know anything about it, but if I were to be contacted, I would let him know. In other words, I lied, something I’m not comfortable doing.”


Samantha slowly exhaled the breath she’d been holding for the past minute. “Thank you, Dr. Marks.”


“It’s Jonathan. I just implicated myself in a possible international felony for you; we should at least be on a first name basis, Samantha.”


“Right—and it’s Sam if you like.”


“What say you, Sam? Are they stolen?”


“I don’t know. I was sure they weren’t, but now—” She looked at the UPS box. “—now I’m not as certain.”


“That’s not comforting; try again.”


“I assure you I’ll find out, but first I have to find the man who brought them to me, which I fear will be no small task. You may remember I told you he was...odd.”


“Right, the man with no address, no e-mail, no phone. Are you sure he exists?”


No response.


“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be flip. How can I help?”


“Pray for me.”


“I don’t pray. I’ll wait until you contact me. Ciao, Sam.”


Donning her raincoat, she dropped the BlackBerry in her pocket, carefully opened her door, and peered out to make certain no late visitors lurked in the hallway. Satisfied she was alone on the floor, she walked down the deserted corridor of the University of Jerusalem and stepped out into the evening fog.


Where are you, Wonk Eman? Wherever you are, you better pray I find you first.






The King by Linda Rios Brook is the third book in the Reluctant Demon series. Samantha Yale has received another series of scrolls for translation from the mysterious source, Wonk Eman. He warns her that no one else must see or know about the scrolls, but forces are searching for both the scrolls, and Dr. Yale. Her translation picks up the continued story of an unnamed demon who works for Satan observing the humans and reporting back to the fallen angel about their doings. This demon is putting together his case to present to God as to why he should be allowed to return to Heaven, having no desire to continue in slavery to Satan, he uses his observations about the humans to attempt to understand God himself. The book covers the Old Testament books of Judges, 1 & 2 Samuel with the time of the judges and the Saul and David's kingships. Brook has created one of the most unique works of biblical fiction on the market. Much of the story comes directly from the Bible, but Brook inserts a bit of humor with the demon as narrator. He asks the same questions that readers have been wondering about for millenia, and inserts a sense of immediacy to each story because of his presence. She makes these age old stories very real and understandable for today's reader, while cautiously touching on deeper topics as they relate to the tale. I truly enjoy this series, because Brook gives new insight to stories I've heard my entire life, plus the framing story is really beginning to ratchet up the tension. The Reluctant Demon series should have strong appeal to both young adults and older readers.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The Deliverer

I've been battling insomnia about as long as I have rheumatoid arthritis. I've always been a night person, so most of the time it doesn't bother me too much as long as I can sleep in late the next day. I've been taking Tylenol PM for years to help me drift off, and for a long time, two was just right to send me off into dream land. About six months ago, I had to bump it up to three pills a night, because I was staying up until well past two am again. Within the last month, suddenly three pills isn't enough, and rather than go up to four, Jesse suggested that with the end of school, I try going med-free off to sleep and allow my body to rediscover its natural rhythms. Because Doogie and Molly are home, they can help take care of Mia and I could sleep in late the next morning if necessary. His logic seemed reasonable to me, if nothing else, maybe I could reduce my tolerance level of the Tylenol PM back down to a normal dosage of 1-2 pills a night.

Monday night I skipped the pills, did my normal nighttime routine and waited to get drowsy. It didn't happen. In fact, it was nearly 4 am before I drifted off to sleep. Jesse called me at 8:30, and I couldn't get back to sleep, so I stayed up for the day. He was encouraging again, saying that maybe if I didn't take a nap, my body would be so exhausted that I could fall asleep earlier that (last) night. So I again read my Bible and devotionals and waited for the exhaustion that had dogged me all day to set in. Nope, nada. It was 5:30 before I fell asleep this morning, and I was up by 11. I'm hoping eventually my body will decide that it really does need sleep, otherwise I'll be making a date with my Tylenol bottle again!

I did finish three books last night and spent some time in prayer, so at least I'm making good use of the extra hours in my day!

The Deliverer
by Linda Rios Brook is the second book in the Reluctant Demon series following Lucifer Flood. A researcher is given a strange set of cuneiform scrolls that hold a fascinating story that may give insight into the past. Where did they come from and who wants them to be found? Brook offers a fresh take on the oft-told story of Moses as through the eyes of a fallen angel who has been assigned by Satan the job of watching the Hebrews in their slavery. The story follows the books of Exodus through Joshua and are very intriguing. At first I had a hard time really getting into the spirit of the book. It's not like standard biblical fiction, the "writer" is a demon, with an agenda and a bias, so the story doesn't always skew the way the reader would expect. Sometimes it comes off a bit flippant, and I had a hard time with some of the anachronistic language. Who knew that there were cuneiform for "See ya, wouldn't want to be ya" and "metrosexual"? But with more reading, the book won me over with its sense of humor and original point of view. The story sticks to Scripture closely while allowing the reader to see what spiritual warfare looks like. This is a book I would highly recommend to high school students who want an unprecedented look at an age old story told in their own language.

We're finally experiencing some summery weather today! Thank goodness; it felt incredibly strange to run the furnace for a little while yesterday morning to bring the temp up to 65 in the house!