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Blood of Heaven
     

Blood of Heaven

4.7 10
by Bill Myers
 

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An actual sample of Christ's blood is found on an ancient scrap of cloth. Researchers investigating its DNA makeup find a convicted murderer on death row who is willing to allow them to convert his blood to that DNA makeup.

Mysterious blood has been discovered on the remains of an ancient religious artifact. Some believe it is the blood of Christ. And

Overview

An actual sample of Christ's blood is found on an ancient scrap of cloth. Researchers investigating its DNA makeup find a convicted murderer on death row who is willing to allow them to convert his blood to that DNA makeup.

Mysterious blood has been discovered on the remains of an ancient religious artifact. Some believe it is the blood of Christ. And experiments with specific genes from the blood have brought surprising findings. Now it's time to introduce those genes into a human.

Enter Michael Coleman: multiple killer, death-row resident . . . and, if he is willing, human guinea pig.

There are no promises. The effects may kill Coleman or completely destroy his sanity. He agrees to the experiment, with results so astonishing that the research must continue—but not in prison. Given a new identity and new employer, Katherine Lyon, Coleman reenters society. And that's when a plot far darker than science alone could construct begins to emerge.

A carefully researched science and psychological thriller, Blood of Heaven is a nonstop page turner that looks deep into the heart of man, examining the nature of good and evil, flesh versus spirit, and the ever-growing controversy over genetically determined behavior.

Author Biography: Bill Myers is the best-selling author of a number of books, including Eli, When the Last Leaf Falls, and the series McGee and Me! and is coauthor with Angela Hunt of Then Comes Marriage. He is a writer and director whose work has won over forty national and international awards and whose books and videos have sold nearly five million copies.

Editorial Reviews

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Recommended. -- Romantic Times

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780310201199
Publisher:
Zondervan
Publication date:
10/01/1996
Series:
Fire of Heaven Trilogy
Pages:
336
Product dimensions:
5.48(w) x 8.42(h) x 0.92(d)
Age Range:
16 Years

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'You come in here with some story about the blood of Christ, and you — '
'No one said we had the blood of — '
' — expect me to be your guinea pig?'
'Please, Mr. Coleman . . .' Murkoski swallowed. He appeared to be regrouping, trying to start again. He threw a nervous look at O'Brien, who sat beside him in one of the three fiberglass-molded chairs. They had been in the attorney/client room with Coleman for only thirty minutes, and the killer already had Murkoski on the ropes, looking like a fool.
And not just Murkoski. O'Brien had underestimated the man as well. They had carefully researched him, studied his psychological profile, medical workup, X rays, blood chemistry; they had even run covert EKGs, EEGs, PETs, and a CAT scan on him last summer. Clinically, they knew everything they could know about the man.
But, like most people, they had erred in assuming that multiple killers were ignorant animals with underdeveloped mental skills. After all, here he sat — ribs taped, nose broken, one eye still swollen shut. How could somebody like this possibly be an intellectual equal? Unfortunately, neither of them had taken into account an inmate's worst enemy: time. Next to sleeping, the best killers of time were reading, writing, and learning the skills of fellow prisoners. Whether it was the careful, step-by-step procedure for making a bomb, courtesy of Hector Garcia, or the intricate nuances of the Nebraska legal system, garnered from the books in the prison library, years of reading and listening had sharpened Michael Coleman's intellect to a razor's edge. Then, of course, there was the psychological gamesmanship he'd acquired in running the Row. All this to say, that in less than half an hour, he had reduced Murkoski, the boy genius, into an agitated knot of frustration.
The kid was flailing; O'Brien decided to step in. 'Mr. Coleman. Regarding the identity of the blood. We can only say that it is extremely old, and that — '
' 'A couple thousand years,' you said.'
'Yes, but — '
'So how were you able to keep it from disintegrating? And don't tell me you found it inside some mosquito embalmed in tree sap. I saw that movie, too.'
O'Brien took a long breath, but before he could answer, Murkoski jumped back into the fray. The kid never gave up. 'The blood was sealed in candle wax. A small section of vine with fragments of bloodstained thorns was encased in the substance. We suspect it was revered as some sort of religious artifact for centuries. Kept on an altar where dripping candles inadvertently covered and sealed a portion of it.'
'And what altar would that be?'
'Pardon me?'
'Where?'
'The southern deserts of Egypt. A monastery. The same one that claims to house St. Mark's bones.'
'How convenient.'
'No, it wasn't convenient. Not at all, Mr. Coleman.' Murkoski's voice rose, trembling. 'A lot of people risked their lives to bring it to us, and if you're not interested in helping, then we'll find somebody who is. In case you don't know, there are three thousand other inmates on death row.'
Coleman opened his hands and closed them quietly. 'Three thousand twenty-six. Perhaps you should contact one of them.'
Murkoski blinked. Coleman had just called his bluff. Of all the nerve. Murkoski appeared livid, but O'Brien was more impressed than angry. Coleman had no idea how many months they'd researched him, nor the time constraints they were now working under. And yet he'd uncovered Murkoski's vulnerable underside, pressed all his buttons, and taken control of the conversation — in record time. The man was far more clever than they had imagined.
O'Brien cleared his throat and tried again. 'Mr. Coleman — whoever's blood it is, and we can't say for certain, we do know that this individual had a genetic makeup slightly different from the rest of us.' He could feel Coleman's eyes searching him, looking for a crevice, for a weakness to take hold of. But he held Coleman's stare and kept his voice even as he went into the details. 'Human DNA molecules consist of over six billion base pairs. If strung out in a line, that's enough to stretch to the moon and back 16,000 times. In the ancient blood sample we have, most of those have not survived. But what portions we do have, those that have remained intact, have proven quite interesting.'
'How?'
This was the hard part. The part O'Brien rarely shared. But it was Coleman's body they were asking to experiment on, and it was certainly his right to know. 'As far as we've been able to tell, the blood contains all the usual maternal genes, but there are some fairly unusual genes we've discovered on the male side.'
Coleman raised an eyebrow, waiting for more.
Murkoski moved in. 'Certainly a man of your intelligence knows about X and Y chromosomes?' It was a patronizing question, and it was met only by Coleman's silence. Murkoski continued. 'Two X's together make a female, while an X and Y chromosome determines a male?'
More silence.
'The X chromosome carries up to five thousand genes, while the lowly Y chromosome, that which makes us men, contains only a little over a dozen. So far science has only determined the function of one of those dozen-plus genes, the one that tells the embryo to develop testes instead of ovaries. The remaining male genes appear totally useless.'
'Until now,' O'Brien corrected. 'We don't know how or why, but for some reason the portion of those Y genes that we were able to recover from the blood have a totally different makeup than any other male gene.'
'Meaning?'
Murkoski leapt to the punch line. 'Whoever's blood this was could not have had a human father.'
Silence settled over the room. O'Brien watched Coleman. Not a muscle moved. Murkoski, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, obviously assured that the playing field had once again been tilted to his advantage.
The silence continued. O'Brien coughed slightly then resumed. 'Most of these new genes still appear useless, but one in particular has stood out. When it is introduced into other organisms — when we replicate it in the blood of say, mice, the creatures' behavioral patterns shift dramatically.'
Coleman's voice grew strangely quiet. 'You've done this with other animals?'
'Yes. Mice first, then more recently primates.'
'And?'
'The mortality rate has been higher than we'd like, but for those who have survived, the results have been staggering.'
Murkoski continued. 'They are no longer concerned with what's best for themselves. Instead of focusing on their own needs, they act in a manner that's best for their community.'
Coleman sat motionless. Although he didn't take his eyes off the men, it was obvious that wheels were silently turning.
Unable to endure any silence for too long, Murkoski continued. 'And now we're ready to take the next step. To introduce this blood into a human being.'
she stomped good and hard just in case he had missed her point. More training from Gary.

What People are Saying About This

Frank E. Peretti
Now this is innovative. Bill Myers has played a great game of "What if?" -- creating a compelling story of grace triumphing over judgement and Christ's sinless nature displacing a man's depravity. A bold new twist on an age-old theme, Blood of Heaven is an enjoyable and provocative read. I wish I'd thought of it!
Angela Elwell Hunt
With the chill of a Robin Cook techno-thriller and the spiritual death of a C. S. Lewis allegory, this book is a fast-paced, action packed parable for the 90s.

Meet the Author

Bill Myers (www.Billmyers.com) is a bestselling author and award-winning writer/director whose work has won sixty national and international awards. His books and videos have sold eight million copies and include The Seeing, Eli, The Voice, My Life as, Forbidden Doors, and McGee and Me.

Bill Myers (www.Billmyers.com) is a bestselling author and award-winning writer/director whose work has won sixty national and international awards. His books and videos have sold eight million copies and include The Seeing, Eli, The Voice, My Life as, Forbidden Doors, and McGee and Me.

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Blood of Heaven 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 10 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My first Myers book and I am hooked. Impressive how he is able to pull the reader into the intense love and Compassion...in the middle of a gripping tale of murder and betrayal.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
The book Blood of Heaven in my opinion was a fairly good book. The storyline is strong, with good characters and a clear plot. The book had a lot of lulls, and it was never very suspenseful, even though it is a suspense/ficton novel. The book has a lot of twists, and the writing of the book was good. The idea of Christ's blood being found and injected into a death row inmate, and being able to watch the results from several different characters point's of view was a good idea. Bill Myers knows how to wrie a good book, but I'd only recommend this book to someone who was looking for a good, quick read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
What a great book. I received it in the late morning...and had it completely read that same day. This is a Christian book...but with a wonderful scientific angle. Bill Myers sure knows how to write a great story! Get this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read this book with my husband and have now told several other people to read it. It is not, Christian Fluff, it is book that actually deals with issues of today and now.