Eyes of Destiny

G.R.R. Restivo

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Caesar is thrown into chaos and needs to find his friends and Master Gallo through a long trek that he discovers many adventures and compassion. Finally, he meets the pestilence that he swore to kill.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fiction
• Fantasy

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 12 février 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781669866800
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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Eyes of Destiny
G.R.R. Restivo

Copyright © 2023 by G.R.R. Restivo.
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2023902493
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Rev. date: 02/10/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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CONTENTS
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Epilogue

Novels by G. R. R. Restivo
Eyes of the Innocent
Eyes of Revenge
Interior Darkness
Hunters Point

TO
Charles J. Campo
In Memorial
A True Hero

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.
—Jean de La Fontaine
PREFACE
I wanted to complete the third saga of Caesar the cat and his friends because the last novel left the story open. This story of mine was building in my head for some time, and I had to write the continuing and third saga. Since I write these stories part-time, it is difficult to keep all the entwined characters and their treks and stories merge into one climax. Yet perseverance held out.
Again, I wish to thank my wife for her help in typing this novel, and the various animal true stories I have researched. These animal stories influenced me for this novel, and I merged the story with current affairs. I think the reader will appreciate animals after finishing my three books with this cast of characters.
If the reader loved the first two books, they would recognize the previous characters once again and, in addition, the new characters in this novel. I tried to make all the animals with personalities that I thought would be perfect either mammal or bird maybe even matching their species. Again, the ruthlessness and compassion of the humans come through while the animals and the birds work together in many ways to survive.
I wish to thank everyone for purchasing the books over the years and hope the reader enjoys this novel as much as they did in the past novels, especially the Eyes of the Innocent and the Eyes of Revenge .
Happy reading!
G. R. R. Restivo
December 26, 2022
CHAPTER 1
S and rolled across the desert floor as it did eons ago. Cactus lined a dirt sandy road going north and south. It was late at night with no moon, and the truck’s lights were off. The sand whipped into the half-open window of the truck, hitting the younger man in the passenger seat.
“Bitch!” the younger man yelled out to the annoyance of the driver.
“Shut up! You should be used to this by now, Ricky. After three years of smuggling these peasants into the States, you think it wouldn’t bother you.”
The young man shook his head. “It’s not the smuggling or the risks that bother me. It’s this damn sand and this dead desert. I don’t want to be here anymore. I think after this, I will stop. I saved enough money to get away to Costa Rica or to some Caribbean island.”
“Really, you would quit, amigo, and leave me. I am sorry, but I need you more now. We have a real paying customer willing to pay for eight people to cross over.
“I will need you to come with me after we drop this load in Texas.”
“Pay good?”
“Very good. More than we ever had before, and then if you want, leave then.”
“Hmm. Si, si, I will, Jorge.”
The truck started to ease slowly toward a sign. It was the border. The driver let up on the brake and scanned the area. No border patrol SUVs in sight.
The truck pushed into a valley away from the US border road built by Pres. Theodore Roosevelt. The truck’s engine went dead, and the two men got out. Quickly they opened the drop-down door on the back, and Mexicans jumped and ran into the desert.
Jorge the driver was pleased. He had made many a shipment without getting caught by the Americans. He motioned to Ricky to get back in the truck as the last of the peasants ran into the darkness.
The truck silently pulled into the dirt border road and across the border.
“Well, Ricky, next stop is our money bonanza.”
Ricky smiled and laughed as the truck picked up speed into the Mexican desert.
* * * *
She was a true believer in Islam, and since her father and mother were killed two years ago by American drones, she joined the extremists in Syria. Her father was a bomb expert, and her mother, though part Turkish, believed in the one caliphate for all mankind. They were deeply rooted in Al-Qaeda and forced her brother and her to be a part of the movement too.
Fatima was more into education at that time, and her brother, two years younger, was more into football.
When their parents were killed in a drone attack, she swore to devote her life to killing Americans. Her brother, Ahmad, was not as fanatical as her at first, but these next two years, he grew into being a first-rate bomb expert like their father.
As they learned the use of weapons and navigation, the Middle East grew unsteady. Iran was vying for a leadership role in the region while ISIS was taking over large sections of land.
Fatima was not concerned with politics or about how really far the caliphate stretched. Her one goal was to make America pay, and the only way to do that was to volunteer to get into the USA from a cell and plan an attack she would devote herself to.
In order to sneak into the United States with her brother, they needed credentials and a job.
Al-Qaeda leader Hussein el-Alderi was to furnish the way and the means to go to America; however, they would need to prove themselves here in Syria first before such a trek is to take place. Fatima and her brother then would need to kill Syrian soldiers and capture a truck with armament, and the two would be joined by six other extremists who would like to join ISIS.
The mission would be to stop the Turks in northern Syria that are supplying the Syrian army, kill the two soldiers, and drive the truck to ISIS headquarters a hundred kilometers away. The problem with the plan was the Syrian army would be guarding the truck as it traveled.
Her brother, Ahmad, would plant bombs on the most deserted roadway, and the team would kill all the soldiers still alive. Ahmad had to be careful not to destroy the munitions truck they needed while blowing up the infantry truck.
Fatima couldn’t wait. It would be a test for the future and how she would work with the cell and her brother. Her plan would kill thousands, maybe a million in the United States. It was doable.
* * * *
Fletcher groaned on his perch above the nest. It was bad blueberries.
He had visited old man Lockwood’s yard and spied the packet of blueberries. He should have figured the old man would not leave fresh fruit on his table.
Fletcher needed water and flew down to the nest. Abigail was getting herself up for an egg-laying day.
Fletcher hated egg-laying days or, as Abigail called it, the birth of the blues. Abigail’s personality changes from the egg-laying day until the hatchings break through their cage as it were.
“Abigail, I’m going over to the old birdbath at the Scussels. I have to get some water. My stomach is sick.”
“Serves you right. Stop stealing from the old man. I’m going to be busy so go ahead.”
Fletcher flew away toward the water’s edge.
The human nests or homes as they called them were closely put together. The Scussel family had the largest yard, and their birdbath was always full.
Fletcher flew over some roofs and spotted the birdbath. He swung down and landed on the bath’s edge. There was no bird in sight. Strange because this was a popular stop for the aviary.
Fletcher took a drink, and his feathers alerted him. There was a strange movement in the yard. He turned and saw the cause of his inner voice alerting him. It was an animal he had never seen before. It looked like a raccoon. He met one in the green fields nearby about a year ago, yet it was bigger than the raccoon and it looked mean and it spoke in a bad common tongue.
“Get away from my bath, blue one.”
Fletcher sat on the edge, not moving.
“And who are you?”
“I am the master here of all you see west of the great human path. Get off my bath.”
“How could this be yours? You can barely fit in it, and you can’t jump up here, or can you?”
The animal jumped and landed near the bath. The marble ledge supported him surprisingly.
Fletcher flew off the bath to the nearest tree branch.
“So you chased all the birds away for your selfishness of the bath.”
“That’s right, blue, and don’t come back.”
“But I will return. I don’t understand something. Tell me. How did you get here? Why are we so lucky?”
“Listen, if I catch you, I will have a snack of blue feathers. I don’t know where it was. The humans were in a cage and then in a moving den that smelled. The moving den fell over, and I escaped to the