Blaine Deschamps has succeeded Julian as head of the all-powerful family known as the Sicarii, the fearsome descendants of Judas, the apostle who betrayed Christ for thirty pieces of silver. These silver coins became a powerful artifact known as The Silver, giving the Sicarii an edge in the battle against the forces of Good. Jude Oliver, born Olivier Deschamps, renounced his family and stole the Silver. In an epic battle, he killed his father, Julian, putting a major crimp in the Sicarii’s plans. Although Jude gave his life to protect mankind, his friend, the Catholic priest Father Mike Engle, survived, and is now in possession of the Codex Infernales, the Deschamps’ unholy book. The Sicarii will go to any lengths to kill Father Engle and retrieve the Codex, but the task proves far more difficult than they imagined. Mike is watched over by another arch-enemy of the Sicarii who has eluded their assassins for millennia: Cain, son of Adam, doomed to wander the Earth until he is killed, or the end of time, whatever comes first. Now Cain and Mike must fight the Sicarii, find a mysterious oracle, avoid ambushes, and ally with an old enemy of the Sicarii who has been fighting them for centuries. What could go wrong? Book 2 in the Judas Line Chronicles, which began with The Judas Line.
About the Author
Born in Helsinki, Finland, Mark Everett Stone arrived in the U.S. at a young age and promptly dove into the world of the fantastic. Starting at age seven with the Iliad and the Odyssey, he went on to consume every scrap of Norse Mythology he could get his grubby little paws on. At age thirteen he graduated to Tolkien and Heinlein, building up a book collection that soon rivaled the local public library’s. In college Mark majored in Journalism and minored in English. Mark has published six other books with Camel Press: Things to Do in Denver When You’re Un-Dead, What Happens in Vegas Dies in Vegas, I Left My Haunt in San Francisco, Chicago The Windigo City, and Omaha Stakes (Books 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 of the From the Files of the BSI series) as well as a standalone novel, The Judas Line, which was a finalist for the ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year Award in the Fantasy Category. Mark lives in Denver with his amazingly patient wife, Brandie, and their two sons, Aeden and Gabriel.
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Out in the dim light of the church proper, written on several pews, written in blood that shone black in the spare light, were the words "There is NO GOD."
"Do you know how long I have waited for you?"
That voice floated from the darkness pregnant with menace. An Irish brogue so thick the words were barely understandable. A man's deep baritone. I didn't jump or twitch or scream. I was firmly in combat mode, training that ended over twenty years ago kicking to the fore in a rush of muscle memory. My switches flipped and I felt frosty, cold enough that I fancied the juices in my eyes froze solid.
"Come out, come out wherever you are," I sang, mind clicking along like a clock.
"A priest with a sense of humor," said the voice. "I like that, I do."
"Who are you?"
What answered me was a sort of high-pitched warble, a fluctuation of tones that grated on my nerves. The man was giggling.
When the voice once again emerged, it was filled with a strange sort of hilarity. "Me? I'm the one having fun!"
"Come on out. Let's have fun together." Drip, drip. Fun. Eviscerating Father Paul and hanging his corpse in an obscene parody of crucifixion was fun for this guy. I was sorely tempted to put a few rounds into his skull the second he showed his face.
But that's not the kind of guy I am. Not anymore.
Deep breaths, stay frosty, be the machine, no emotions. "Come out, Sicarius." I flicked my eyes to Father Paul, whose dull, lifeless hazel eyes gazed fearfully at the blood-drenched carpeting. "Come out, Atheist."
"Awww … who's been telling tales?" came the mocking voice in a parody of a child's whine. "Been watching the telly?"
"You've been making a splash in Chicago," I replied, trying but unable to get a fix on the source of the voice. The only thing I saw were shadows and the twin rows of pews stretching toward the front door. It was a wide-open space, but there were plenty of places to hide. "A serial killer who targets priests, hangs them upside down from the cross and writes 'There is no God' in blood on the pews. Tends to grab the attention of my sort."
"It's good to be famous, isn't it? Be that as it may, I'm glad you know what I am, who I answer to, although it takes away from a clever monologue I've been developing." Giggle.
"Who's the new boss, Mr. Atheist?" Any intel was good intel. Providing I survived. "Who pulls your strings?"
"We all have strings, giggle, little priest. Rome pulls yours."
There you are. My gun rose as if it had a will of its own. There, fourth pew from the front, where the shadows were deep. Come on.
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A great sequel This one is just as good as the first, or maybe a little better. The story has a great impact of action and adventure, and maintains it's charm as the first one did. Jude is the same, yet he has also grown as a character, giving a lot of depth to this story. An amazing group of characters that are both good and evil, adding to more intensity as the first one did. This is definitely, edge of your seat, page turner. Look forward to more from Stone.