Reviews
From Amazon: A Fabulous Read!
Reviewer: L. Kerber, Upton, Mass
"I loved this book! It gets under your skin and drags you into some fascinating places--literal and figurative. Very unique. The kids were stuck in front of the TV, the dinner was burning and I couldn't put it down."
Loved It!
Reviewer: V. Daniels, Boston, Mass
"One of the best experiences I have had as a reader in a long time, and memorable. Original and thought-provoking, the book stayed with me for days after I finished it. You are a natural-born story teller. Bring on the next yarn!"
From Amazon: Great Read! March 1, 2007
Reviewer: Barbara B. (Stratham, NH, USA)
A fast and most enjoyable read: I couldn't put this book down! Chock full of romance, mystery and international intrigue! The premise of the plot is fascinating and original. A real page-turner... you will be on the edge of your seat. Move over Dan Brown, for Penelope Holt!
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In Benares, the sweltering night dragged on. Moonlight slid through the bedroom window and bathed the young Christ as He sat cross-legged on the floor. Only a loincloth covered His slender hips and His long, coarse hair was coiled in a topknot on his crown. He had been watching the young woman on the low bed for hours. She squinted at Him now as her breathing grew labored. Her husband took her hand and shot the rabbi a look of panic. “Please let her live. I’m a rich man. I can help the poor of Benares, the poor of India.”
“To thwart death is not to conquer it,” the Christ said quietly as the husband began to sob and buried his head in the embroidered bedcover. In a single, graceful movement, the young master rose and lingered only to stroke His host’s bent head. His long fingers raked the kneeling man’s dark hair, slick with perfumed oil, revealing a channel of moist pale scalp. Beyond the bedroom, in the narrow hallway, the Christ found His three companions propped against a wall, dozing. He nudged the closest with His calloused foot and one by one they came to.
“Is she well now?” asked the tall one, stretching.
“She will be dead come dawn,” his master whispered with great reverence as the four tired men stepped into the dusty and deserted Indian night.
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