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The Ultimate Christian Novel
November 19, 2009
I think I have done it. I’ve come up with the ultimate idea for the ultimate Christian novel. This novel seamlessly blends today’s most popular genres into one beautiful, compelling, cohesive whole. I thought you would want to know all about it. So I give to you…
Cassidy: Amish Vampiress of the Tribulation
That’s right. It’s an Amish novel; it’s a vampire novel; it’s an end-times novel. It’s the best of all worlds.
Here is the back cover text:
He is handsome. He is romantic. He is Amish.
Twenty-three year old Cassidy lives a simple life in the Amish countryside of Lancaster County. Simple, that is, until Slade Byler moves into the old Lapp farm. Cassidy finds herself irresistibly drawn to the handsome Slade; but she fears to share the secret that she alone knows. For Cassidy is an immortal, a princess in the long line of ancient Amish vampires. Will Slade’s love grow cold when he learns this great secret? Can she give to him a heart that does not beat?
Meanwhile, the strength of the Antichrist grows as he consolidates his power and seeks to destroy the peace-loving people of Pennsylvania. A blossoming romance unfolds between Cassidy and Slade as the world around them changes forever. They must fight to stay alive, they must fight to keep their forbidden love a secret, but, as Amish, they must not fight at all.
In this irresistible tale of intrigue and adventure, set against global upheaval, the bonnet meets the cape in a story sure to span the ages.
Here is a brief excerpt from the novel itself:
As if for the first time, Slade looked at Cassidy—her hair pulled back tightly and safely encased within a bonnet; her beautiful pinafore protecting her black dress; her long black cape trailing behind her with its red velvet lining peeking out around her ankles.
Cassidy spoke suddenly. “I grow weak for it has been a fortnight since I last tasted fresh blood.”
“I must bring to you a feast,” Slade replied. “I will have to face all the armies of the Antichrist to do it, for you cannot drink the blood of the Amish!”
Her heart stirred with love for the brave, brave man before her, Cassidy pushed her bonnet away from her eyes and moved to kiss Slade. As they came together she felt the smooth, clean-shavenness of his upper lip against her own. She ran her fingers through his magnificent beard. “Oh Slade! What can your buggy do against the forces of the Antichrist?”
“I don’t know. But I will think of something.”
“You must. You simply must.”
Deep in thought, Slade walked a few paces, his eyes fixed firmly on the horizon, his hands thrust deep into his pockets. His suspenders stood like ribbons of blood upon his shoulders. Suddenly he turned and said, “I won’t be taking the buggy, my love. The elders say I can accept a ride in an automobile, right?”
“Yes. As long as you do not own it!”
“And a tank is pretty much an automobile, right?”
“Then I know what I must do,” he said resolutely, tearing his hat from his head and throwing it to the ground. “You set the table. I’m going hunting!”
A La Carte (11/20)
A La Carte (11/20)