The Blood That Cries in the Ground
by Gregory
Bellarmine
BLURB:
Italy. A tough master of novices, Father Dante encounters the bold
young priest Antonio who challenges his identity and accuses him of being the
Saint Nicholas. But despite the Father faking his death, a determined Antonio
discovers a rather alive Dante arrayed in kilt and armor.
In return for Antonio’s silence—and to protect the town from
attracting all manner of darkness—Dante agrees to tell his life story. Without
explanation, Dante orders Antonio to meet him at night in the abandoned
Cathedral, the site of a former battle that the Church has kept secret for a
generation.
Until today.
The Criskindl. Ice Steeds. The Unborn. Saint.
From the Dark Ages’ when Poet-Sorcerers ruled kings, to the Holy
Land when a new civilization was rising, to Revolutionary France where love is
lost and gained, Father Dante pursues the one responsible for both his master
and his mother’s deaths: Black Peter, his brother.
Excerpt:
I stood up and snarled. "All
this for a romp?"
Catherine walloped a blurring slap
across my face. Though lights danced in my periphery, I fiddled with my jaw to
click it back into place.
"My flesh is pure, Nicholas. Is
yours?"
She spun on her heel and wheeled
towards the night-dark palace. Wrath trailed her like her billowing fur, an
anger punctuated by images that flashed into my mind. One vision showed
Catherine as a girl: enraptured, she listened to stories of a man of powerful
purpose; another had her beat an armored opponent twice her age in
straight-sword combat, but her thoughts always wandered to a future where some
day she would find me.
A wind billowed my vestment.
"Befana gave me a wife? Why?"
Once the darkness had consumed my
Catherine, a dread poisoned my heart. I ran after her, and the second I took my
first stride, I partially understood why Befana had sent her. I was alone.
"Catherine!"
A giddiness filled me, only for a
terrible fear to steal into my soul. What had I done?
"Catherine please?"
I headed for the balcony and midway
up the stone steps, she paused in a half turn, her lips parted just so. I took
a deep savoring breath.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Gregory
Bellarmine is the author of the bestselling Monthly Roman Breviary. He lives a
happy though sometimes sleepless life in the UK with his wife, two children and
rather cheeky Parson Russell Terrier.
“The
Blood That Cries in the Ground will grab the reader by the throat with a death
grip from which it is impossible to break free.” -Reviewed by Bil Howard for
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My pleasure, ladies - this looks like a wonderful book!
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