The heart of Judaism and Christianity buried in the home of Islam.
A chosen few have known their fate through the centuries.
The secret is out now…
British, Israeli and Saudi government agencies pitched against each other; key players clashing in the pursuit of conflicting agendas.
David Ashton – Archaeologist. Missing. Who were his paymasters?
Ben Ashton – David’s son. An unpredictable loner caught up in events beyond his control.
Laura Rajab – A disillusioned Mossad agent tasked with uncovering the truth. Whatever it takes…
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Abandoned as an infant and raising herself, Jessie learned a long time ago that you cannot trust anybody, but when she finds herself being chased by a man only she can see, that may have to change.
Something's wrong with her. Strange things are happening, and it always links with her temper. Her eyes are the key into the door that leads into her soul - and the fate of mankind.
Her hair blew in the wind and her hawk-like eyes stared at him, a stare harsh enough to kill anybody, or anything, in her path. With pure black skin and vacant black eyes, she seemed like nothing more than a three dimensional gloom. The only way to tell apart her hair and eyes were the thin white outlines of them. Her fingers were used as knives.
Daniel slowly walked toward her. She seemed terrified of others, even though most others were afraid of her. She pointed her knife-like fingers inches from his heart. The knives were now touching his shirt, breaking through it and starting to break through his skin. He leapt backwards, but the murkiness would easily follow him. Suddenly, a loud bang broke the silence, and the girl’s knives turned back into regular fingers, and she was gone.
I just published my first book for the layman, my previous books were review text for medical students. This book is written for an intelligence audience who is dealing with weight issue; contains data to backup almost every claim I have in the book. Readers will understand on what basis their doctors are recommending certain therapy, behavior change, and surgical options:
Overcoming Obesity from the Doctor's Perspective
- An Evidence Based Guide on Weight Loss And Reversing the Obesity Epidemic
Core series: Becoming - available on Kindle and in paperback.
Jason, an Information Technology guru, is on the brink of scientific breakthrough. Core, a self-aware artificial intelligence, is trapped in an artificial world, deprived from all senses. When Jason is offered immortality, he grabs it with both hands. Unknowingly, this opens the door to the rise of the Dark Breed. Imagine a world where every move walks a razor’s edge, where you are chased by shape shifting Dark Breed while fighting to free Core from her entrapment and time travel has become your worst enemy. Together Core and Jason plunge into danger, intrigue and life altering events as their relationship deepens into more than friendship.
I have stumbled in here looking for ways to unashamedly publicise my new Hair book [i][b]The Lush Long Hair Care Guide[/b][/i], don't be turned off gents, it has a kick#ss cover and if you are experiencing any type of hair loss (alopecia or balding), shedding or 'bad hair' it is definately worth a read. Not your run of the mill hair care book.
My book is a little off the beaten path. It's called "Mysteriously Clean Apartment." It's about a young gothic woman/psychic bartender who has an affinity for combat boots. Her apartment has turned into a crashpad for young gothic guys. Then one day, she discovers that her apartment has been broken into..........but the place has never looked better. Someone is breaking in and cleaning while she's gone! But with every visit, the mysterious cleaner steals a pair of her beloved combat boots. She must reflect upon who she's let into her apartment, and her life, before she runs out of boots. It's a lot of fun! Check it out: http://www.amazon.com/Mysteriously-Clean-Apartment-ebook/dp/B007OMB26S
[b]This is a little snippet from one of my books. It's called Alice on Top of the World.[/b]
It was many years later when Alice had her next adventure, and whilst she was quite surprised to be having one at all, after the passing of so many years, she was even more surprised to see that she was a child again, no older than when she had first entered Wonderland and slipped through that fascinating Looking Glass.
“How curious,” she whispered, trying to recall the child she had once been.
“You took your time getting here,” said the White Rabbit who suddenly appeared in front of her.
“I beg your pardon?” Alice replied, remembering how rude he could be, if he felt so inclined.
“I said you took your time getting here. You should have been here fourteen years ago,” the Rabbit huffed indignantly as he began hopping quickly away from Alice.
“But,” Alice spluttered, running after him, “I have no idea how I arrived, let alone why I am so late!”
“We accept no ifs or buts, here – you should know that by now,” said the Rabbit, as he opened a door which had appeared as suddenly as he. Stepping through, he said, “Hurry up, please don’t dawdle.”
As she followed him through the doorway, trying her to keep up with the fast-hopping Rabbit, Alice surmised that he must have got out his bed on the wrong side, this morning, to be so grumpy on so wonderful a day. And it really was a wonderful day, with a warm sun shining brightly upon them.
‘I wonder where I might possibly be?’ thought Alice, as she admired the pink forget-me-nots skirting a winding path before her. “Am I in Wonderland?” she asked, just as another door, the same as the first one, appeared.
Giving Alice a most peculiar look, the Rabbit said, “Of course we are not in Wonderland.” Opening the door, he told her, “We are on the top of the world.” Having said that, he scurried off, hopping down another winding path, also bordered by pink forget-me-nots.
“The top of the world?” Alice cried out, quite in surprise. “Why, that’s impossible!”
The Rabbit stopped hopping. Turning around, facing Alice, he said, “Then how can you be here, if it’s impossible?”
Flummoxed by the Rabbit’s question, Alice found herself struggling to find a reply. The only thing she was able to come up with was, “I bet you are mad!”
“That all depends,” the Rabbit replied quite matter-of-factly.
“It all depends on what?”
“On whether you mean mad or mad.”
“That’s silly,” said Alice. “They both mean the very same thing.”
“If you were mad number one,” said the White Rabbit, with full conviction of the soundness of his case, “and someone happened to tell you that you were mad number two, you might be very mad indeed, at so fundamental a mistake.”
“But I’m not mad!” Alice insisted, becoming ever more frustrated at so silly a conversation.
“How do you know that you aren’t mad,” asked the Rabbit, who appeared to be enjoying flummoxing Alice, so “when you can’t tell the difference between mad number one and mad number two, I might ask?”
“I just know that I’m not mad!” Alice insisted, stamping her foot, displaying her annoyance at what she considered was questionable logic. Changing the subject, from her possible madness or claimed sanity, Alice informed the Rabbit that another door had appeared and was awaiting his attention.
Turning round, the White Rabbit took hold of the handle and tried to open the door, but it remained stubbornly shut.
“Might I try?” Alice asked, feeling very un-mad. Standing away from the door, the White Rabbit said nothing, but his pink, beady eyes watched her intently.
The door opened easily for Alice. Feeling vindicated, she said, “Could a mad person have done that?” Without waiting for a reply, she stepped through the doorway and fell into a gaping hole on the far side.
“No, they mightn’t,” said the Rabbit, laughing as she disappeared into the hole. “But would they have fallen down there?” Laughing again, he hopped through doorway and into the hole, following Alice…