Good morning! Long time no see! Between a new job and life, I had to take a break from the blogging world. Back to it now! Today's book blast is hosted by Goddess Fish Promotions and is for Blood That Cries From the Ground by Gregory Bellarmine. Enjoy!
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BLURB:
Italy.
A tough master of novices, Father Dante encounters the bold young
priest Antonio who challenges his identity and accuses him of being
the Saint Nicholas. But despite the Father faking his death, a
determined Antonio discovers a rather alive Dante arrayed in kilt and
armor.
In
return for Antonio’s silence—and to protect the town from
attracting all manner of darkness—Dante agrees to tell his life
story. Without explanation, Dante orders Antonio to meet him at night
in the abandoned Cathedral, the site of a former battle that the
Church has kept secret for a generation.
Until
today.
The
Criskindl. Ice Steeds. The Unborn. Saint.
From
the Dark Ages’ when Poet-Sorcerers ruled kings, to the Holy Land
when a new civilization was rising, to Revolutionary France where
love is lost and gained, Father Dante pursues the one responsible for
both his master and his mother’s deaths: Black Peter, his brother.
Excerpt:
"As
you see, I'm not overweight, and of being jolly I've never been
accused. Moreover, I find the pagan ritual of indulging children's
greed quite loathsome. Rewarding a year's worth of insolence merely
encourages more childish behavior and prevents the child from
becoming the man. Secular excess goes against everything I believe
about how to upbraid the sinner. In fact, I can't name a single child
who should get anything other than the strap for Christmas."
He sat
back in the creaky chair, then wove his fingers together and hooked
his thumbs into his silver buckle. The white of Father Dante's
priestly collar contrasted the Cathedral's late-night shadows.
Diamond eyes—blue crystal pools that appeared half-blind but which
studied all—snared the candelabra's golden light with a glint. Red
among gray streaked the trimmed whiskers at his chin, and cardinal
flecks peppered his mane.
November
gusts rattled the stained-glass windows and shuddered the main doors
where we sat in the foyer. I glanced right to the rows of freshly
varnished pews, then above to the painting of Sebastian's Martyrdom
on the dome, and hoped the Abbot slept soundly. On the curved roof
was a gothic spire, and that was where the young Abbot took his brief
hours of rest. He claimed he felt closer to God there.
Dante
shifted his broad shoulders. "Were a man like that to exist, do
you really believe he'd be sitting across from you now? They're
myths. We made them up to teach women to pray at least as much as
they gossip. Really, Antonio, you surprise me."
AUTHOR
Bio and Links:
Gregory
Bellarmine is the author of the bestselling Monthly Roman Breviary.
He lives a happy though sometimes sleepless life in the UK with his
wife, two children and rather cheeky Parson Russell Terrier.
www.FatherDante.com.
Email:
frgregory@latinmass.org.uk
Gregory’s
blog is http://www.fatherdante.com
@VRevGB
Book
Trailer - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QF_LaW215X4
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18660010-the-blood-that-cries-in-the-ground
Amazon
USA: http://amzn.com/1907436472
Kindle:
http://amzn.com/B00G24AQRA
“The
Blood That Cries in the Ground will grab the reader by the throat
with a death grip from which it is impossible to break free.”
-Reviewed by Bil Howard for Readers' Favorite
Link to
the full review: http://readersfavorite.com/book-review/13394