I bowed my head in prayer at the St. Thomas Aquinas Catholic church in AM. That’s what the locals called the Ames Metropolitan Area, the 30-mile long city that stretched from Ames in the north all the way to Des Moines in the south. It was bordered by a large lake and swamp in the west. The lake had been formed only a couple centuries ago when huge underground caverns had collapsed, created a deep depression. Rivers had quickly flooded the area and formed Lake Everstill. Continue reading “Detective Brody’s Log, Ch. 1”
The containment chamber had changed. The two bodyguards had moved the corpse in the coffin to one of the stainless steel examination tables. The corpse was naked and pale as ever. They had removed the remnants of clothing and the corpse looked even more unnatural now lying on the sterile table with its gaunt arms and hands folded over its thin, dehydrated body. On another table they had placed several objects. On one end of the table was a closed wooden box but next to it were some clothes, a bible and a sword, a rather large sword. It was sheathed in a leather case clasp with silver and ornately decorated. He recognized it as a replica of a Jerusalem sword used by the holy crusaders of the 12th, 13th and 14th centuries. Continue reading “Reawakening of Paolo de Salerna (Part 4 – Explanation)”
Dr. Latimer stood next to the open coffin looking in. It was just as John Moore had said it would be. Henry backed up from the coffin in disbelief. “What the fuck is going on?”, he said aloud.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Not yet anyway.”
Continue reading “The Reawakening Paolo de Salerna (Part 3 – Revelation)”
Dr. Henry Latimer stepped out of the Limousine and onto the wet pavement. It had rained lightly a few minutes before but all that was left of it were patches of quickly drying water on the sidewalks and the smell of damp coolness. It was a spring evening in Iowa and even in the city you could practically hear the plants grow around you. It was a far cry from the oppressive dampness of the Irish highlands. Continue reading “The reawakening of Paolo de Salerna (Part 2 – John Moore)”
Detective Warren Brody
Brody had always intended to be a priest. He was a man of faith and felt that God had called him to a higher purpose. He spent the requisite years in seminary studying and carefully following his chosen path.
John woke up and let the cloud of sleep fall away. He lay there a moment going through his checklist of things to do. Tonight was Sunday and so it was the one night of the week where things were a little different. He always looked forward to the midnight mass at St. Albany Church on Sunday. But before he could go he needed to take care of a few other things on his checklist. Continue reading “The Reawakening of Paolo de Salerna (Part 1 – Found)”