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Now this is an unedited excerpt of my current wip Four Winds Of Heaven. Here's a wee blurby:
What if all those end-of-the-world prophecies really had been right? Could the actions of a few crucial people have saved us all? Emily, Laura, Brian and Nick are brought together by a series of supernatural phenomena. They can communicate telepathically and can hear the voices of both Christ and Mary. Then they learn that, in 1917, three children in the Portuguese town of Fatima prophesied that, at the end of the millennium, four people would have to face Satan in an apocalyptic battle.
Brian hesitated. Clearing his throat, he spoke reluctantly “Okay, so we‘ve all got some kind of mental connection thing going on. That doesn‘t mean we‘re at the heart of some little kiddies fantasies from over half a century ago.” Brian said pointedly looking over her head at Father Kelly. “Ya gotta give me more than that.'
“What if I can get one of the visionaries to identify you personally? Michael countered.
“How much time do we have?” Laura asked.
“Well, the battle is said to take place at the end of this millennium. Dec 31. Midnight,” Michael replied.
“Of course,” Emily said with a grimace. End of the century, end of the world, she thought glumly.
“That only leaves us with a little over a month.” Nick pointed out nervously.
“If Lucy can’t identify the four of you as the four she saw back in 1917 then at least you’ll get a free trip to Portugal, Brian. What do ya say?” Michael asked.
“Portugal? We have to go to Portugal?” Brian asked with a scowl.
Nick immediately picked up on the cause of his irritation. The trial. If they had to leave for Portugal than Brian would have to ask the judge to postpone the trial. Nick had to admit the idea was a relief to him.
“Of course. The Vatican officials meeting with us in Coimbra, where Lucy’s convent is, have to meet with you before they can sanction any action on behalf of the church.” Michael explained.
“Jesus Fucking Christ!” Brian swore.
“Well put, Brian.” Laura agreed.
“I believe that the 4 of you are the chosen ones but my opinion doesn't mean squat. The Vatican has final say on the authenticity of the four of you. I have to take you to them,” Michael explained.
“What if they don't believe we're the ones?” Brian asked.
Nick snorted. The guy sounded so blatantly hopeful he was surprised that a bolt of lightening didn’t shoot through the hospital ceiling.
“We've still got Lucy although ultimately it's still the Vatican that has final say.,” Michael said.
“She's still alive?” Nick asked surprised.
“She's very old but she's still in charge of all her faculties,” Michael assured them.
“How's her eyesight?” Brian asked, dryly.
“Will we get to meet her?” Emily asked after shooting Brian a glare.
Forget lightening. Nick thought wryly.
“If the Vatican allows it.”
“What does that mean?” Laura asked.
“She's sort of a national treasure they keep highly guarded.”
“Wonderful,” Emily said sarcastically.
“She's happy with her life but she can't make a move without Vatican approval. Even if she wanted to go public with the 3rd secret now, she can't if the pope refused.”
“How typical,” Laura sneered.
“We leave for Portugal at the end of the week.” Michael informed them.
“Who's paying for our little final exam?” Brian asked.
“The Vatican,” Michael replied with a smile.
“Can I get an Amen!” Brian joked with a resigned shrug.
“And before you say anything, yes we have to take a plane,” Laura said pointing her finger at Emily.
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