Faith in Amelia

Joshua Calkins-Treworgy

Description

In this third outing of the acclaimed horror short story series, the evil of the city of Amelia attempts to corrupt Father Michael Sternin. Will Father Sternin's faith be strong enough to withstand the evil taking over the town, or will he succumb to darker forces?

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Short story
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: Untreed Reads
• Date de parution: 15 novembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781611870312
• Langue: English

Extrait

Roads Through Amelia: Faith in Amelia
By Joshua Calkins-Treworgy
Copyright 2010 by Joshua Calkins-Treworgy
Cover Copyright 2010 by Dara England and Untreed Reads Publishing
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Also by Joshua Calkins-Treworgy and Untreed Reads Publishing
Roads Through Amelia: The Beast and the Forgotten Tribesman
Roads Through Amelia: Comedy and Tragedy
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Roads Through Amelia: Faith in Amelia
By Joshua Calkins-Treworgy
He had been Father Michael Sternin before his fall from faith. A preacher. A community leader. A tender of God’s flock. But something had happened to divide him from the Holy Host. When had it happened , he wondered as he walked along yet another street whose name he didn’t recall in his half-drunken haze. When had the sweet harmony between himself and his Savior evaporated like morning dew off of the grass on a sunny spring day?
Booze had become his crutch through these dark and troubled times, as often happens to those who find themselves suddenly falling out of their lives at maximum velocity. One moment, you’re floating amid the stars. The next, you’re plummeting through the atmosphere at break-neck speed, wondering if you’ll burn up on reentry or have the dark satisfaction of seeing the ground hurtling up toward you at a hundred miles an hour.
He recalled vaguely when the moment had finally come, the moment at which he felt himself breaking from the church. For years Michael Sternin had been utterly convinced that there was true evil in the world, real evil. He had sensed it from the moment he had moved into the small rectory at the back of his church in Amelia City. Some presence, some force, had been in this city for a long time, and he sensed that it had no intention of ever going away quietly.
One evening, he had called one of his higher-ups and tried to discuss the sense he was getting of the city around him. “Sir,” he had said, “there is something very, very wrong with this city.”
“What do you mean, Mike,” the bishop on the other end of the line asked.