Packing for the Vatican
I'm going to Rome. The cardinal isn't giving me a choice. "We're at the threshold," he said. "You miss it, you die. And so does your girl."
Archbishops and other clergy from around the world are gathering for some kind of special event. I get the sense I'll be their guest star.
I'm scared. This can't be good.
"It's the trip of a lifetime, Fresco," the cardinal said. "You're going to be the first."
The first what? The first WHAT? I never had a chance to ask. I've chewed down all of my fingernails thinking about it. The priest is already gone or else I'd demand an answer from him while returning last week's painful "favor."
This is agony. But such is life, I guess. The priest is right about one thing: I'm a damned fool. I just don't know what else I can do but go along with everything now.
I'm trapped. So, Vatican, here I come. After that, I haven't a clue.
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Secrets from a Church Basement: The Desperate Diary of Fresco Ayers
ParanormalGod won't save your life. But this book might. So says Fresco Ayers, a scientist struggling to save his daughter while protecting the rest of us from unfathomable perils that he helped introduce.
