The Reluctant Prophet

Reluctant Prophet

Author Note:

Please be aware that this is the book I wrote that is currently available on kindle. I make no money placing it on this platform, but want to ensure as many people have access to it as possible. Writing is a full-time job for me that I've essentially opted not to get paid for inorder to bring it to as many people as possible. Grammar is not my strong suit, and I'm actually mildly dyslexic. So if you see an issue leave me a comment and I'll fix it. Also, note that some grammar issues are done on purpose. Character dialog reflects who they are, and how they speak.  This book was originally started in 2006 and first published in 2019. Any semblance to recent events or people is a "coincidence". This book just like the series is not politically correct and is not recommended for anyone under 18 or those that may be sensitive to strong language, acts of violence, and adult situations. Children are kidnapped, people die, and Lucifer might be a good guy. If at anytime the characters from this book show up at your house and threaten you, put the book down and walk away or follow them, it's up to you. You do not have to read the other books in the series, it just makes it way better. Enjoy, like, follow, star.

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2 Peter 1:20-21

knowing this first of all, that no prophecy of Scripture

comes from someone's own interpretation.

For no prophecy was ever produced by the will of man,

She was thrust back into reality with the force of a car crash. Drenched in sweat, her heart racing, she woke from a never ending nightmare that relentlessly taunted her. Dark curls fell into her face as she tried to focus on the here and now; pushing away the idea of something that seemed so real yet far too strange for reality. This was what most nights were for her now, glimpses of what was engraved on her soul that she would forever repeat. She crawled out of bed her muscles stiff and aching as they often were. Climbing into the shower she washed away what lingered of the nightmare. Her hands working through thick curls embracing the heat of water hot enough to turn the room into a sauna. This was her one reprieve, a single solitary moment of peace in a world that sought to consume her. She stepped out wrapping a towel around herself and another on her head. Looking in a steam covered mirror she couldn't help but feel that this was not where she belonged, that the person looking back at her was only a small part of a more complex story that she could only hope to one day understand in its entirety.

She continued her day placing the things out of her mind she could not control. She had work to do, people to meet, and things to accomplish before she could submit to the nearly daily visions that had come to over run her waking hours. This was life, a balance of realities that never allowed her to view herself as good or important; in her own eyes she was nothing special. A disorganized amateur writer that just happened to write something people read. For her this was the life she chose to lead, not the one thrust upon her. That life she lay open in a book as a work of fiction, trying with every ounce of her being to convince herself it was just that, fiction, a dream.

She stood before a small audience reading a short passage from her book, watching the two men in the back of the room intensely focused on her. "She walked with intent purpose into his throne room. Her helmet tucked under her right arm, her cloak trailing behind her. She had been an obedient soldier never failing to do her job, but this time" She paused her eyes closed remembering that moment. "This time she had been pushed too far and it had utterly and completely broken her. He smiled at her from his seat proud of his creation. For a moment he believed he had created the most perfect warrior, his equal. Her helmet hit the floor with a horrid clang that drew the attention of everyone in the room. She drew her sword lunging forward without having missed a beat in her step. The blade sliced through his rib cage piercing his chest with enough force that it pinned him to his stone throne. The sickening sound of her sword crunching against bone and stone echoed through the halls as the Destroyer of Worlds gasped for breath. The smug look on his face ripped away, betrayed by his closest confidant with no one able to stop her, all of them locked in their places too stunned to move." She finished reading to the small group her gaze never leaving the two men that stood at the back of the room. Her fans loved to hear her read, the words coming to life as though she lived the lives of her characters, sometimes adding in an impromptu detail left out of the original book.