The Blood That Cries in the Ground
by Gregory Bellarmine
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BLURB:
Italy. A tough
master of novices, Father Dante encounters the bold young priest Antonio who
challenges his identity and accuses him of being the Saint Nicholas. But
despite the Father faking his death, a determined Antonio discovers a rather
alive Dante arrayed in kilt and armor.
In return for
Antonio’s silence—and to protect the town from attracting all manner of
darkness—Dante agrees to tell his life story. Without explanation, Dante orders
Antonio to meet him at night in the abandoned Cathedral, the site of a former
battle that the Church has kept secret for a generation.
Until today.
The Criskindl.
Ice Steeds. The Unborn. Saint.
From the Dark
Ages’ when Poet-Sorcerers ruled kings, to the Holy Land when a new civilization
was rising, to Revolutionary France where love is lost and gained, Father Dante
pursues the one responsible for both his master and his mother’s deaths: Black
Peter, his brother.
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"As
you see, I'm not overweight, and of being jolly I've never been accused.
Moreover, I find the pagan ritual of indulging children's greed quite
loathsome. Rewarding a year's worth of insolence merely encourages more
childish behavior and prevents the child from becoming the man. Secular excess
goes against everything I believe about how to upbraid the sinner. In fact, I
can't name a single child who should get anything other than the strap for
Christmas."
He
sat back in the creaky chair, then wove his fingers together and hooked his
thumbs into his silver buckle. The white of Father Dante's priestly collar
contrasted the Cathedral's late-night shadows. Diamond eyes—blue crystal pools
that appeared half-blind but which studied all—snared the candelabra's golden
light with a glint. Red among gray streaked the trimmed whiskers at his chin,
and cardinal flecks peppered his mane.
November
gusts rattled the stained-glass windows and shuddered the main doors where we
sat in the foyer. I glanced right to the rows of freshly varnished pews, then
above to the painting of Sebastian's Martyrdom on the dome, and hoped the Abbot
slept soundly. On the curved roof was a Gothic spire, and that was where the
young Abbot took his brief hours of rest. He claimed he felt closer to God
there.
Dante
shifted his broad shoulders. "Were a man like that to exist, do you really
believe he'd be sitting across from you now? They're myths. We made them up to
teach women to pray at least as much as they gossip. Really, Antonio, you
surprise me."
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About the author:
Gregory Bellarmine is the
author of the bestselling Monthly Roman Breviary. He lives a happy though
sometimes sleepless life in the UK with his wife, two children and rather
cheeky Parson Russell Terrier.
Email:
frgregory@latinmass.org.uk
Gregory’s blog is
http://www.fatherdante.com
@VRevGB
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“The Blood That Cries in the
Ground will grab the reader by the throat with a death grip from which it is
impossible to break free.” -Reviewed by Bil Howard for Readers' Favorite
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