About the book...

Mother Earth creates an army of paranormal super-beings known as The Gemini. They will try everything to wipe out humanity- plagues, disasters, cancer.

Oliver Weldon, oil tycoon, is recruited by the Mother and becomes a lead Gemini. Renamed Onyx, his duty is to completely destroy the human race.

The Gemini, a powerful rising force, proceeds to systematically decimate towns, cities, states… and eventually, the world.

Amidst the chaos, a forbidden relationship between a girl, Violette, and Onyx, begins. He will wrestle between his new found conscience and his duty to the Mother.

They find themselves in the middle of a revolutionary war that will either save, or destroy human kind.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

How can it be God’s will that we kill each other out of fear?

“A risk? A liability? You want me to do the church’s bidding to appease its fear of the unknown? I am so confused. How did you know Collin was going to be possessed? Why did you kill him before it actually occurred? How can it be God’s will that we kill each other out of fear?
“It’s God’s will because these beings are against God. They are unnatural; they have no place in this world.” Darius paused, took a breath, and went on. “I have sheltered all of you too much, haven’t I? Kept you here, taught you only good, kept you away from television, the news, the Internet.”
Slate started to feel slightly guilty. He picked up his bread and started to munch on it, just to have something to do with his hands.
“Whatever these things are, they have been changing things subtly, a little bit at a time. People have been changing, Slate. It’s horrible, and people of God, like us, seem to be the only ones who can stop it, and the only ones affected so far.”
Slate’s head was spinning. “People like us? What kind of people are we?” He asked this open-ended question to assure that he would get a detailed answer. Sometimes playing dumb was the best way to get what he wanted. Picking up his soup and leaning back, he fixed the priest with a questioning stare.
“God-fearing, religious, faithful, spiritual. We are harder for them to affect, to control. To…enter.”
“Enter? Just tell me,” Slate said matter-of-factly. “I can handle it. You said it yourself; you’ve sheltered us too much. You didn’t answer my question about how you knew Collin was marked for possession. I need to know what is going on.”
“The dagger –”Darius was cut off by a knock at the door.
“Father Darius?” Slate recognized Sister Angie’s voice.
“Yes, sister?”
“The bishop needs to see you immediately… in his chambers.” She added the last part as if it were a condemnation.
Darius looked down, his features dissolving into shadows. “Tell him I will be there as soon as I can.”
Slate looked away from Darius’s apologetic stare and ground out between his teeth a sulky “Go.”
“Slate, I will explain more. I’m sorry; I must go see what he needs.” He stood up and patted the boy’s shoulder awkwardly, then left.
Excerpt Book I, Chapter 3