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Five Stars — IR Verdict: THE EYES OF ATHENA is just what a mystery/espionage novel should be – quick, action-packed and full of intrigue. Spencer Hawke’s writing excels, especially during the book’s many action sequences. The dialogue in the novel is both crisp and tense but also humorous at times making for a captivating read that should now be mentioned in the same breath as genre masters – Daniel Silva, Brad Thor and Tom Clancy….

 I have been sending free samples of The Forgotten by Spencer Hawke to raise awareness of this terrible blight of Child Exploitation and to raise money for worthy causes. But next week, while my crusade to help will continue, I will talk about another one of my Best Books and a Great New Read.

“Mystery of the Dead Sea Scrolls – Revealed” by Spencer Hawke.

Two of the Biggest Mysteries of Biblical History have always fascinated me.For your reading pleasure I present,

“Mysteries of the Dead Sea Scrolls – Revealed”

A fictional story of what might have happened.

Barnabus nodded excitedly. "If your life is in danger, we must go. Let's make for Seulecia. It's a Mediterranean port at the mouth of the Orontes River. From there, it is an easy day's sail to Salamis on the east coast of Cyprus."
Lazarus did not think it was going to be that easy to get out of Bethany, let alone make a long road trip to Seulecia with the Sadducee's spies everywhere.
"Barnabus, how are we going to get to Seulecia?” he asked. “Romans maintain some semblance of law and order in cities they occupy, but in the wilderness?" He let the question hang in the air.
"I think we can make it. If we dress as filthy, dirty, penniless vermin, they are sure to leave us alone. When we get to Mount Cassius, we will camp at the base of the mountain overlooking the harbor and await our opportunity to get a boat.

Jerusalem

The Temple Scribe Gavrel wrapped the Torah in linen to protect it from prying eyes more than anything else as he carried it home.
As he walked home, he watched constantly over his shoulder, peering into every dark corner. The Romans had spies everywhere and the Roman occupation, as well all the taxes and assessments levied by both Caesar and the priests, were leaving many people destitute. Hunger and desperation caused many to betray confidences, friendships and family for a loaf of bread or a few shekels.
Gavrel hid the Torah and, after his evening prayers, tried to sleep, but he was restless. He tossed and turned on his mat, feeling as if someone was trying to tell him something. In his dream, he saw the peak of a mountain. At the base, two souls watched over a port in the distance. He recognized Seulecia then saw two men – Lazarus and Barnabus – camped under Mount Cassius.
A voice kept repeating, "Go to them. Lazarus will take Moses' Torah out of the Promised Land."

The Road to Seulecia

Gavrel awoke the next morning after his restless night. He vividly remembered his dream, and, for some reason, he felt compunction to follow the vision. He decided to take the safer and more scenic route from Jerusalem, walking over to the Via Maris or Coastal Road.
Days into the journey, he was heartened to see Mount Cassius in the distance. Following the sweltering heat of the Coastal Road and the inland plains, it was a welcome sight to see the peak of Mount Cassius at about 4,000 feet above sea level in the middle of a dense coniferous Mediterranean forest.
After so long on the trail alone, he found he often spoke aloud to his donkey, Samuel, who simply trudged along seemingly unaware of their hardships.
“Do you smell the pine, Samuel?” he said now as the mountain came into view. “So sweet! And see how the silly goats are startled as we pass? Even the locusts berate us for our intrusion, but they are nothing to be afraid of. See how easily you are startled!”
He led his team on, keeping a very tight rein on them, single file, through the well-worn, rocky game trails. Ravens flew erratically overhead, annoyed that their daily routine had been disturbed by his passage. They crossed the trail, gliding low and close, noisily letting Gavrel know they didn't approve of his presence.
“Be silent and be still, you foolish birds!” he bellowed at the offending ravens, as he traveled on through thick evergreen bushes into a rocky crevice flanked by tall conifer trees.
Although his demeanor seemed relaxed, he was secretly on full alert, looking for any sign of Lazarus and Barnabus. They didn't know he was coming to help them, so their reception might be frosty if he stumbled upon them unaware. The pair was fleeing from assassins sent by the High Priests, so they would be well hidden and scared.
Gavrel looked for any sign of human presence, a campsite or a fire. Suddenly, his keen senses picked up the faint odor of charcoal, but he kept going as if he had not noticed. When the smell was strong enough that he was sure, he decided the camp must be close by, so he stopped to make his own.
He was a careful man, more from his training in pankration than by natural inclination. He positioned himself so that the twisted branches of a thorn bush were directly to his back, making an ambush from the rear difficult. Next, he secured his animals, hobbled them and left them with plenty of food before sitting down to build a fire. There was plenty of dry kindling around, so the fire was started with little difficulty.
He was sitting on a log admiring his handy work when he felt the presence of someone approaching stealthily through the thorn bush.
“AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!” Someone rushed at him from each side, one throwing rocks, the other with a knife drawn, both yelling like madmen, incomprehensible screams of adrenalin-fused fury.
Gavrel had no idea what they were shouting, but it sure got his attention. He didn't even think; his reaction was automatic and the result of years of training. His first move was to minimize his size, making himself as small a target as he could. He crouched low to the ground, catlike, assessing which attacker was the more immediate danger.
As rocks were landing all around him, he was a little off guard. He rose defensively with two hands on the ground for support and kicked out in a circular fashion to take the legs out from underneath the rock thrower. Gavrel didn't have time to notice, but the look of utter surprise on the man’s face was priceless.

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