Ethan Freeman,
ex-Special Forces Ranger, wakes up to discover he is the sole survivor of a
fiery commercial airline crash that killed his entire family. His nightmare is only beginning when he
becomes the FBI’s prime suspect. Only
Ethan knows he’s not a cold-hearted murderer, but he has no idea what happened
to him--and why he alone survived.
Neither Ethan nor Sam
realize that shadowy spiritual forces are at work which will alter their lives
forever.
A monstrous evil,
imprisoned since the time of the Pharaohs, has been released by The Nine, a sinister group
of powerful men and women who believe
they are the direct descendants of the Anunnaki, ancient Sumerian gods. The
demon they have unleashed intends to free The Destroyer from The Abyss, the
angelic prison referred to in the Book of Revelation, and unleash a worldwide
reign of terror and annihilation.
Facing impossible
odds, time is running out for Ethan and all of humanity as he is drawn into an
ever-deeper conspiracy--millennia in the
making--and learns that he is the key to stopping The Nine.
It was a dark and
stormy night . .
Ooops. Not really! J Sorry Snoopy.
Ooops. Not really! J Sorry Snoopy.
I regularly drive long
distances and have a great deal of time to think. One morning, as I was headed to an
appointment, the opening lines from Charles Dickens’ A Tale of Two Cities scrolled
through my mind unexpectedly: “It
was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it
was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of
incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was
the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us,
we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going
direct the other way.”
As I meditated on those powerful words in
terms of the present condition of our fallen world, a fascinating thought
popped into my head. What would happen if my wife and I were on a
commercial airliner that crashed within a few minutes of takeoff killing
everyone on board—except us! We awaken
exactly 24 hours later, at home, in our bed, dressed in the same clothes we’d
worn to the airport. How would we
explain what happened to us?
This is how all of my novels are born. A
vivid opening scene, generally an action-filled, pulse-pounding sequence of
events, but sometimes several lines of riveting dialog from a character I have
yet to meet. In the case of Infernal Gates, the opening line was “Less
than ten minutes before we’re all dead, thought Ethan Freeman, and there is nothing I can do about it!
I’m a seat-of-the-pants writer. I’ve never done an outline. All of my stories begin as movies in my
head. I have a general idea about plot,
but it morphs into something bigger than my imagination over time. My characters are born, grow, and mature as I
write. At some point, they take
control. Then, all I do is transcribe as
fast as I can whatever I see and hear.
Unbelievable fun—and I get paid to do this!
But I digress. Back to the “inspiration” theme.
Most of us, sadly, see the world
three-dimensionally. But, as Rod
Serling, the creator of The Twilight Zone was fond of saying: There is another
dimension--a fourth dimension. A dimension not of sight or sound, or taste or
touch, or hearing, but one that overlays the one we accept as the “real” world.
A parallel universe layered over the terrestrial realm like a gossamer veil. In
order to “see” into this realm and interact with it we must use gifts given to
us by God that transcend our fleshly bodies—and our souls.
The realm of Spirit.
I’m inspired by God to write about this realm
and explore the consequences of ignoring, denigrating, or misrepresenting its
power to impact our lives for all eternity.