A Slow Boat to Purgatory
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The book is done…

Alex Donovan was once a warrior. Now he spends his days in a sedate and somewhat bitter existence combing Boston ’s used bookshops, drinking too much wine and cursing a knee crippled by a terrorist’s bullet. But when Alex’s grandfather dies, he discovers the old man has left him not only a vast fortune, but a mystical, ancient book which tells the story of an immortal Templar knight. A man named Gaspar de Rouse who, according to his grandfather, still walks the earth.

So begins A Slow Boat to Purgatory, a novel that crosses over the genres of fantasy and thriller.

Bewitched by the manuscript, Alex takes a journey through history that begins in the war-ravaged city of Acre in the year 1291. It is there that Gaspar is betrayed and loses his life, only to be resurrected by an Archangel and a Demon Prince. Given a choice to spend an eternity in Purgatory or to serve both Heaven and Hell as a hunter of wayward souls, Gaspar chooses the life of an immortal marching across time doing battle with demons, angels and crushing loneliness.

The secrets of the book consume Alex and he comes to believe that Gaspar still lives. Alex’s mundane world is transformed into a race to find the knight. It is a race that takes him from a quiet cove on the coast of Maine to Zurich ’s hidden banks and the dark waterways of Venice . Eventually helped by a warrior priest whose own secrets and quest to find the knight are shadowed in mystery, Alex struggles to distinguish between those who seek his destruction and those who would ensure his salvation.

 

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TEA FOR ONE…………….

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Glimpses caught of a spectral knight…..His own face in a mirror of his minds own making.When was that face? Today, yesterday, four hundred years past? Now only whispers of the soul within and the multitude of sins without.No one had seen his face…this face for ages.Not even him it seemed.



artwork by Vilhelm Vinje

Glimpses caught of a spectral knight…..His own face in a mirror of his minds own making.
When was that face? Today, yesterday, four hundred years past?
Now only whispers of the soul within and the multitude of sins without.
No one had seen his face…this face for ages.
Not even him it seemed.

artwork by Vilhelm Vinje

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newdawnfades:

lacontessa:Cardwell Higgins, Delightful Page in the Record of My Existence

newdawnfades:

lacontessa:Cardwell Higgins, Delightful Page in the Record of My Existence

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newdawnfades:

Paul Gerrard, “Gwynn Ap Nudd” (via)

newdawnfades:

Paul Gerrard, “Gwynn Ap Nudd” (via)

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pdvmorris:

hey Bj skullzzzzzz….
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kagami:

H. P. Lovecraft by Virgil Finlay (via Lovecraft - Comics de Nueva Logia del Tentáculo)
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Under Vhoorl’s Shadow » Lovecraft
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Think’st thou there are no serpents in the world
But those who slide along the grassy sod,
And sting the luckless foot that presses them?
There are who in the path of social life
Do bask their spotted skins in Fortune’s sun,
And sting the soul.
Joanna Baillie—De Montfort. Act I. Sc. 2. (via ontheborderland)
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ontheborderland:

Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot;L’honnête homme trompé s’éloigne et ne dit mot.
La Noue—La Coquette Corrigée. I. 3.
(The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the fool complains; the honest man walks away and is silent.)
(Image via fathomless7)

ontheborderland:

Le bruit est pour le fat, la plainte pour le sot;
L’honnête homme trompé s’éloigne et ne dit mot.

La Noue—La Coquette Corrigée. I. 3.

(The silly when deceived exclaim loudly; the fool complains; the honest man walks away and is silent.)

(Image via fathomless7)

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