665 The Council of Twelve
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Describing 665 The Council of Twelve is like trying to summarize your entire life in twenty words or less. In essence, the epic is about demons, angels and the humanity caught in-between. The threads of the fabric binding the work however, are pure love, complex relationships, and the family we're forced to make when the one we're born into isn't the one we need. It's about finding yourself alive in a world where you feel nothing in common with the hive of humanity--perhaps because, you weren't born only human. The scope of 665 renders the characters of the Knights Templar, the first Council of Twelve in the Garden of Eden, from Europe, Russia, Africa to the fate of every living being on earth. From quicky Lord Yeung, high-strung Scorpius, to the noble Lord Leo, you'll be submerged in the characters who'll become your very own friends and family--because these characters represent all of us--from Aries to Pisces. 665 wasn't written for the author. It was written for those who believe we all can be more unitied than we can alone. It's written for those alone to say, "You aren't. You have friends you don't yet known about." Take your time reading 665, for you will never forget it. Hold it close to your heart and remember the hope when it seems like all we want to do is destroy ourselves. We are meant to be more--all of us. We can do better. Written in horror, forged in love, traveled in erotica and turning the microscope on The Creator, 665 The Council of Twelve is everything you could hope and more than you expect. It will do more than make you think. 665 will make you feel!
Chapter One: Gemini Genesis (1962)
The air froze in a fresh rawness, refusing to move. So still, so quiet, only the priest chanting in the back corner of the hut could be heard. The men’s eyes were raped by every corner of the hut as their anxiety grew. They, too, waxed still, becoming finally convinced of courage to defend all they had remaining in the world. They resolved to spit in the face of this evil, even if it was their last defiant act of flesh. They listened, quieting their breath to hear, raising their weapons, leavening to the ready.
Irony’s twisted sense of humor sang out, as a nightingale’s voice in the distance accompanied the priest’s chant. Their last stand paused hearing the bird complimenting the singsong chant of their priest. In the foreground of stillness, upon the background of melody, the memories of real life: its loveliness, its purpose, its beauty, were coded in the refrain. The song of life weaved sweet memories into their mind. Although invisible to them, Abielle gripped her hands tightly into fists and shook violently in silent rage…and modulated her shields to prevent detection. “Damn you,” she pressed from her lips as tears took her eyes. She squeezed her lids tightly and turned her head away from them.
With the sound of a blasting wind, the black dragon’s tail whipped like a sword through the hut, shredding and killing every man standing in the gathering, except the distant priest. Only seconds ago, what once were men, were now the intestines of their fortitude. Their guts hung from the broken roof supports of the shattered hut, like sausages drying in the sun. The faces on the severed heads seemed oddly peaceful, snapped from their fear, no longer held by its sway. Their spattered blood painted the constitution of demon-kind. On the tapestry of their blood was written no bill of rights for any human.
Chapter Five "The Power Trio" (1983)
Lady Charleston, South Carolina. The hostess of the Spoleto Italian Arts Festival, stood maternally beside the stream of time, sending her children off to war, culinary school and college for over three hundred years. She’s been the seat of hospitality in the South since 1637. From her tall Citadel hats, to her Pastel Makeup on Rainbow Row, she’s outfitted her genteel sons and daughters to become Lawyers, Proprietors and Bankers.
She’s welcomed hordes of tourists to her Market Street and Civil War Fortresses in a never-ending parade of her historic reputation. This Southern Lady cherished, fed and housed all her own and her guests in bed and breakfasts, lovingly. She had the Grace of old Atlanta and the Scarlet naughtiness of every port city in the eighties. On this day, September 15th, a Wednesday it was, at eleven o’clock in the morning, she was to offer another of her youth to the greatest war of all. It was a war spanning all time, through which the world blindly groped; feelings the slashes, the annihilation, and yet remaining anesthetically incognizant of an enemy.
In a wordless conversation between Charleston and Fate, they decided a son of the Confederacy and two sons of the old Republic would become frontline warriors for humanity in the unseen war. Fate provided the two young Yankees. Charleston, ever the most gracious hostess, provided the meeting place and one of her own; on location, at the College of Charleston.
Merréll O'Brian tore himself open and wrote his soul in the pages of his first novel, 665 The Council of Twelve. He is a fan of Dean Koontz, Jack Ketchum, Clive Barker, Stephen King, Joss Whedon, Chris Angel, KISS, Rush and P!nk. The author provides his email address on his website and has several other social networking websites where he posts information, photos and bulletins. Merréll has been an anonymous ghost writer for several speakers in the realm of civil equality for all people. He is an advocate for equal marriage and freedom of or from religion across the planet.
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