A Snippet from The Alexander Legacy Part Four: The Art of War

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Fun See sails into danger with his family and friends. A clue to the identity of the Desert Prophet takes them down the twisting pathways of Chinese caverns that may connect them with the Algerian underground stronghold in The Alexander Legacy 4: The Art of War
“Honored father, do you not think we should see where the others are?”
I frowned at my eldest son. I held my lantern a little higher and stared down the subtly-tinted tunnel washed by centuries of seawater. Reluctantly I turned back from the beckoning passageway.
“Of course, you are right, my son,” I replied. “I did so hope that we would find a trace of the Shadow Dragon submarine’s passing through here with its slave cargo.”
“Sue and Mowgli may find traces we missed,” my son said deferentially. “After all, they are the trackers.”
I refrained from reminding my son that I was the one who had tracked the steam-powered submarine’s path into these caverns by plotting disturbances in the shipping lanes that normally flowed uninhibited around Hong Kong and Shanghai.
“Father,” my son said, putting a hand up on my shoulder, “you saw the empty spaces where tracks should be. Everyone understands that, and honors you. But it is time to let those who see the marks the prey leaves in passing have a turn.”
“Oh, no,” a voice echoed in the tunnel. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing your comrades soon, Fun See. We have a score to settle first. Pity you had to bring your innocent son along into my den. I wished to spare your family. I simply seek justice, not more suffering.”
I turned wildly this way and that, unable to tell in the echoing stone cavern where the voice came from. Unfortunately, there was no doubt in my mind about who was speaking. My eyes slid around to my son. “Run,” I whispered. But the sound magnified exponentially and it sounded as if I screamed it for all the world to hear.
“There is nowhere to run,” the voice said, seemingly with a tone of genuine sadness as well as finality.
Water roared to life alongside of us. Our little sampan heaved upward and smashed against the ceiling of the chamber as the Shadow Dragon reared its head beneath the doomed boat.
“Father, what is he talking about?” my son asked as, instead of running, he wrapped his arms around me. “How can anyone think it justice to cause you suffering?”
I pulled him back against the cave wall but seawater fouled by the oily slick spread by the Shadow Dragon still soaked us both. The dragon’s head fell hard and fast and showered us again as the jaw began to winch open with an echoing clockwork ticking. A figure appeared between the fangs in the lower jaw, walking toward us.
“Many years ago, I captained a ship that went down with all souls lost except two,” I said softly to my son. “A court absolved me of blame, but the father of eight children who lost his whole family did not agree. He swore to take my life in payment. Now he has come to collect that payment.”
“That’s not justice,” my son cried. “That’s just vengeance. He’s wrong.” He turned to stare at the emerging figure, dressed in bronze undersea gear, including a helmet that cloaked his features. “You’re wrong!” he screamed at the man.
“No,” I said. “He’s right. I wanted to die instead of those innocents. I should have died. It’s time to pay the debt.”
“Father?” I could scarcely endure the quiver in my son’s voice. The triumphant, booming laugh that erupted from the helmet, however, gave me courage. I only hoped that my son was as obedient as I had tried to teach him to be. Otherwise, there would indeed be needless suffering.
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The Great Thirst Part Six — Protected is now live! And Part Seven is in pre-order!

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The Great Thirst is almost complete! Here’s a snippet from Part Six:

“David, where are you?” Drew’s voice came over David’s satellite phone, scratchy and indistinct. He had been out to the village again with a small team, trying to be sure the cartel was not looking for the expedition or questioning the shooting incident.
David gave him the co-ordinates of the ball court, but he had to repeat it three times before Drew acknowledged.
“What’s wrong, Drew?” David asked. “Your signal is awful. We told everyone at the base camp where we were going.”
“…Not at … base camp.”
“Then the GPS should – where are you?” David demanded. David pulled his phone back and stared at it. “I’m not getting GPS on you. Is there a threat?”
“Red lights … all directions,” Drew said. “… No contact … base camp … no GPS … finished … village … started back … can’t raise anybody …”
“Try your phones and the corundum chips,” David ordered the others.
Keith already had his phone out. “Talia?” he said, holding his corundum pendant close. “Are you guys okay?”
“We’re fine,” Talia replied. Her signal was clear and strong. “Why?”
“Drew’s signal’s getting blocked,” Keith answered. “He’s on his way back to you but something’s wrong. Be careful.”
“Wait a minute ‘til I have someone check around the camp to be sure,” she replied. After a moment she spoke again. “Drew’s team here relayed reports that everything is quiet and normal.”
“Hey, look, it’s one of those cool rubber balls,” Jiggly said, pulling a round gray object about the size of a cantaloupe out of the underbrush. He tossed it back and forth in his hands.
“Do we need to go back and make sure everything’s all right?” David asked.
“Talia says everything’s fine there,” Keith said. “Maybe it’s Drew who’s in trouble. Can we find him with the ‘copter?”
“Drew made me personally responsible for your safety,” David answered. “I can’t risk taking all of you with me, if Drew is in trouble, and you’re safe here,”
“Whoa!” Jiggly stopped tossing the ball back and forth as a rumbling sound froze them all.
“What was that?” David unlimbered the machine gun hanging on a strap over his shoulder. The vibration died out and they relaxed.
“What just happened?” Talia demanded over the phone.
“We heard a rumbling, or, more like felt it,” Keith said. “Why?”

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Talia snuck her hand into Keith’s as they parted ways from the tour bus and headed back toward Veracruz.. “Are you really okay?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Keith said.
“You have a weird look in your eyes,” Talia said.
“I have a weird feeling in my head,” Keith said. “Kinda like when Jenny Kaine was in the room at the hotel. This guy … is he demon-possessed, or what, exactly?”
“I’m not sure. Keith, you threw up and passed out with Jenny Kaine,” Talia said softly.
“Not gonna happen this time,” Keith said. “Feel … stronger. Ready … but not now.”
“Ready for what?”
“Tell me, why are we bringing these two?” Anne demanded. “Are you putting assets in danger again?”
“These assets happen to be, indirectly, my employers,” Drew said. “In spite of the fact that you and I would prefer to just put a bullet in the head of whoever is back there in the cargo bin, these two have bigger fish to fry. We need to know what the plan is, for … umm … all the sub-assets. The only possible source of information we have, since we can’t hog-tie any … anyone else … is Angel.”
“We have to try to question him,” Talia said. “He’s a wild card at this point. I don’t have any idea why he’s involved. I can’t plan how to protect against a threat if I don’t know who’s doing the threatening and why.”
“What do you expect us to do? Torture him?” Anne asked.
“We need him to talk,” Talia replied. “I’m praying for wisdom about how to make that happen.”
Spanish erupted from behind them. Talia said something sharp in reply and the words choked off.
“Do I want to know?” Keith asked.
“He said, using many more words, that we wouldn’t dare do anything to him,” Talia said. “I quoted part of a Psalm to him.”
“Which Psalm?” Keith asked.
“Psalm 35:7,8,” Talia replied. “Let their way be dark and slippery, With the angel of the LORD pursuing them. Let destruction come upon him unawares; And let the net which he hid catch himself; Into that very destruction let him fall.”
“Okay,” Keith said. “I’m just gonna pray now, too.”
The jeep went silent. Even Angel did not speak again.

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A Visit to Chocolate Town (San Lorenzo Tenochtitlán — an Olmec site) From the Great Thirst Part Six


If Keith had to assign a Bradley Central report on this trip, he had an idea what the favorite part of this day would be. The museum had just added on a welcome center outside the gift shop where they could try small samples of cocoa as the original Olmecs might have drunk it. The kids loved the tiny versions of tecomates, the round, decorated pottery jars for drinking it.

They counterfeited cocoa beans?” Tom exclaimed, reading the various posters about the history of cocoa.

“Yeah, because they used them for money,” Rikki replied. “That is unreal. They hollowed out those little beans and filled them with sand.”

“They made their cocoa foamy!” someone else said. “How’d they do that without an espresso machine?”

The display included Inca and Aztec uses of cacao beans, since so little was known about how the Olmec did it. At first they made faces at some of the varieties, especially the unflavored brew, but most of them still tried the different dried flower essences, vanilla, honey, maize, and lime.

Keith saw Talia sneak out of her aunt and uncle’s lecture and tour three times to get more of the chili-flavored kind. He refused to even taste it, but it was fun to feel the baby dance extra fast after those multiple chocolate doses had hit Talia’s system.

“Maybe I should stop,” Talia lamented.

“Maybe you should.” Keith laughed.

“But they’re such little cups. And it’s so good!”

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From The Great Thirst Part Six — Eva takes Keith and Talia to meet her son Angel

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“You’ve made your point,” Drew said to his wife.
“Obviously I haven’t,” Anne snapped. “She’s risking your two biggest assets in this mission on lunch with a drug cartel insider. Instead of being able to at least admit that, she tries to makes this about me!”
Drew looked from Eva to Anne and then risked a glance at Talia and Keith. “Your call,” he said to Keith.
“No. Really, it’s not his call. We need to get these two back to the camp, and then we need to move it,” Anne said, pointing at Keith and Talia.
“Angel!” Eva gasped. The others turned in the direction she was staring and saw a slight, heavily-tattooed Mexican boy walking toward them. His eyes widened as he took in the distraught look on his mother’s face and he started to backpedal.
“Stop!” Anne shouted. “We need to talk to you.”
Eva screamed something in Spanish.
“Eva, no!” Talia cried. “He’s not in danger. Why would you tell him that?”
Anne strode toward Angel. “Just calm down, kid. Your mother’s overreacting. We don’t mean you any harm.”
Angel spewed a flood of harsh-sounding Spanish and retreated farther. Anne sprinted after him.
“Stay down!” Drew shouted at Keith. Keith enfolded Talia against his chest and crouched over her as shots rang out. Eva shrieked and sobbed, fighting against one of Drew’s people as she tried to pull her behind cover. Drew and four of his men made a human wall around them and hustled them to the Rover. Drew sat beside Keith and Talia with his gun resting on his thigh.
“Where’s Eva?” Talia cried.
“Peg Talbot is taking her to a separate location,” Drew said through gritted teeth.
“What about Anne?” Keith asked.
“Anne and Angel exchanged shots,” Drew said. “I’m not sure what their status is. My people who stayed behind will clean up and report as soon as they can.”
“Clean up?” Talia repeated, a quiver in her voice.
“Look, you people can tell me all you want that everybody is a priority,” Drew exploded. “But my employees, and outsiders who never should have had access to you – they take their own risks. Don’t concern yourself about Anne. She did her job.”
Keith heard a crackle and he saw Talia start and touch her ear.
“Cleanup complete,” the voice said. “Two returning to base, two to backup location.”
“Give me those things,” Drew commanded, holding out his hand. Keith and Talia surrendered the earwigs. “That wasn’t for your ears.”
“That’s wrong,” Talia said shakily. “The count is one person short.”
“No, it’s not,” Drew said tersely. “Everyone who’s alive is on the move. We transport bodies, but we don’t count them.”


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Why Elk Jerky? — Post by Michael J. Findley


When I was a young teenager, a group of men from our church went elk hunting. They brought back some elk meat and gave it to my mother, brother, and I. It’s tougher than bison or venison we were told.

So my mother marinated it and turned it into jerky. It was a slow process, but it was delicious and we had months of great tasting elk jerky.

Chicken soup is for those sick and in need of medication. Elk jerky for the soul is not chicken soup for the soul. Elk jerky is for those on the Lord’s firing lines. It supplies protein to those fighting in combat.

It is a combination of encouragement to keep on and ammunition to those on the firing line.

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Join the Search to Quench the Thirst

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Book 4 of the Great Thirst Archaeological Mystery serial is now available in ebook format, and soon will be in print as well. Book Five should be available sometime this fall. This is one continuous story broken up into segments of around 100 pages each, but each book has its own story arc and conclusion, while whetting the readers’ appetites for more. It is a fictional account of a near future time when the Word of God might become so rare people will be searching for a way to preserve and share it. The idea is based on these verses:

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“Behold, days are coming,” declares the Lord God, “When I will send a famine on the land, Not a famine for bread or a thirst for water, But rather for hearing the words of the Lord. People will stagger from sea to sea And from the north even to the east; They will go to and fro to seek the word of the Lord, But they will not find it.”
Amos 8: 11-12, NASB

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The story centers around a science teacher in a small town school, Keith Bradley. He meets Talia Ramin, who drives a red Tesla and becomes his co-teacher in a Bible as Literature class. They seek to teach the students the authority and truth of the Scriptures while earning grants to help update the school. Talia is a bit of a mystery to Keith at first, but slowly he learns about her archaeologist aunt and uncle, the Drs. Nader and Sophie Ramin, and their quest to find an ancient copy of the entire Scriptures on golden tablets. They have been in need of a science expert, and Talia is convinced Keith is the man to help them.


The government never gives anything without strings attached, though, and the Bible as Literature project forces Keith and Talia to wonder what price they will have to pay to teach the Word in a public school. The archaeological quest turns dangerous when they are attacked by enemies and distrusted by potential allies. Keith becomes the key to connecting ancient technology to the quest to find and share what may become the last remaining copy of the Word on earth.

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