Biblical scholar Anne Hart is lost. Again. In a rural Egyptian village, she tries to save a woman from a public lashing ordered by a local sharia tribunal of elders. The police chief orders Anne to be abandoned in the Qattara Depression, the worst hell hole in the Sahara Desert. With no food or water and weeks of desert in every direction, Anne makes a discovery that can change the world. But will she survive?
Physicist Max Moore detects a burst of elementary particles and makes a startling prediction. Now he can’t escape his fate.
Is anyone free? Or do we see only what we want to see? And than how can love be stronger than destiny?
Ancient secret manuscripts. Supernovas. Lost monasteries. Terrorists. Shark attacks. Proton decay experiments. Media moguls who manipulate the masses. Magical people who can save the world and don’t care. Action. Adventure. Contemporary Fantasy. Science fiction. Romance.
Sound predictable? Then you won’t like the ending.
Excerpt from The Prophet Paradox
Anne Hart was black and beautiful, the most beautiful woman the police chief had ever seen.
He stood silently in the cold morning sun and watched in sorrow and anger as she was loaded, handcuffed and blindfolded, onto an unmarked helicopter. The desert wind briefly caught her hair one last time and then she was gone. He could have learned to love her but he had to harden his heart against her. She was unpredictable and clever and spread chaos among his men. She had to disappear. He would not look into those dark eyes again.
He stared for a long time as the helicopter slowly dwindled into the distance and then smiled as he remembered her bursting from the crowd. She hadn’t belonged there. She obviously hadn’t known where she was. She had tried to save the convicted woman. She had no respect, not for her elders, not for the law, not for Islam. She was an American woman.
The trouble had all started when his son had attacked a man he both loved and hated. His son’s friends had held the man down and his son had raped him. He shook his head slowly and silently damned his son once more. His son was a grown man but didn’t seem to like girls. He would never say such a thing out loud, but everyone knew it to be true.
The older sister of the man who had been raped had spoken up. She had been foolish enough to accuse the police chief’s son of the rape. A sharia tribunal of elders from both clans had been assembled.
The tribunal had deliberated for days over many small meaningless points of law before finally ordering a medical examination of the chief’s son and the other man. The exam determined that the man hadn’t been raped. Everyone had already known the elders would not defy the police chief. Therefore the trial of elders had determined that the sister had no witnesses and had therefore committed false accusation.
Lie only if you can’t bullshit, the chief thought. And the elders could bullshit with the best of them.
About Danny Tuttle
Danny Tuttle, author of The Prophet Paradox, is a retired chemical engineer and college physics teacher, an enthusiastic amateur researcher of ancient manuscripts, and an Air Force and Coast Guard veteran.
He lives with his wife and daughter in Los Angeles, California, works from his home, occasionally wears pants, and travels daily, via the internet machine, to such places as the Caves of the Thousand Buddhas in Mogao, the Antarctic Icecube Neutrino Observatory, Hobbiton village in New Zealand, and the distant galaxies of the Hubble Deep Field.