Rogers Numerous

1. Auflage 2012
ISBN: 978-1-62488-595-2
Verlag: BookBaby
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 206 Seiten

Numerous is a thriller that intertwines fascinating historical facts with modern day biological terrorist threats to global peace and health. When you consider the book hinges on a 900 year old prophecy written by Ireland's first ever saint, you may doubt the 'factual credentials'... Until you discover that St Malachy not only predicted each and every pope until the very last, Petrus Romanus, but also correctly prophesised the exact date and time of his own death. Far from his prophecy being the little known writings of an ancient mystic, St Malachy's prophecy was presented, in person, to Pope Innocent II and has been stored in the Vatican's own archives ever since. Numerous mixes this ancient prophecy with the very real threat of international biological terrorism that an advisor to the UN, Interpol, NATO and various international governments described in 2012 as, 'a revolution that will be on us faster than either the mobile or the computing revolutions'. The result is a fast-paced thriller that takes the reader on a terrifying journey across three countries and into the Holy Land and the Vatican itself, looking to track down the vicious murderer of an elderly government scientist, who's been brutally slain and nailed to the wall in the shape of an inverted cross. On the wall beside his body is a series of numbers, daubed in the victim's own blood. They reveal a plot to release a hellish strain of the H1N1 (SARS) virus into the world's population, which could kill as many as the 50 million wiped out globally during the 'Spanish Flu' epidemic of the early twentieth century. If you think this book has no relevance to your life, then think again. St Malachy's prophecy predicts that the final pope will usher forth 'The End. When the terrible judge will judge his people'. We currently see the penultimate pope in the Vatican and exactly what 'The End' will be we can only guess at...

Autoren/Hrsg.

Rogers, Kelly

Leseproben

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‘Mr President, we’ve just heard there’s white smoke coming from the Vatican. Cardinal Peter Sclaya has been appointed Pope, although the actual name of the new pontiff won’t become common knowledge for an hour or two. He’s Italian, from Rome actually. Seems like a fix to me.’ The President stood behind his imposing desk, his back to the Oval Office looking out of the window across the White House gardens, his eyes fixed on the sunset in the distance. Despite being in the depths of winter it had turned the sky an eerie red colour. ‘Hardly earth-shattering in the scale of things is it, Dexter?’ The President drawled, still looking intently at the sky. ‘Well, no sir, but if we want to send the press release now might be a good time when the whole world is feeling spiritual, y’know, with the new Pope, New Year and all that. Sock it to the Muslims, no?’ ‘Spiritual? This is more than spiritual, Dexter, this is the biggest news since Jesus,’ replied the President, waving the papers in his hand. He was glad that his pious wife was out of earshot. Thankfully she was far too busy watching the Vatican on TV and muttering Hail Marys to herself. Had she overheard his comments she would have branded him a blasphemer and vigorously crossed herself, lest a bolt of lightning flash from the sky and transport her to her maker. It might be her maker but it certainly wasn’t his; the President of the USA was a self made man and proud of it. President Fraser had his feet firmly planted in the here and now and right now he was about to enter stage centre, new pope or no new pope. He had waited months to secure this deal, as much in secret as the leader of the western world can, and he wasn’t about to let some geriatric mystic hog the limelight. ‘Yeah, I suppose you have a point, Dexter. Prepare the press office. I want a global satellite link just before midnight,’ he said, still not even turning to look as his closest aide as he continued to bark out orders. ‘Oh, and Dexter make sure the Vatican’s news is interrupted on the newsreel screens in Times Square and I want someone filming the street scenes down there. Get the public’s reaction on all the morning bulletins. I want sound bites and quotes in the morning’s papers too, so make sure there’s a tame interviewer and commentators from all the news agencies as well.’ Dexter left at a trot, eager to get things moving. Five hours wasn’t long to arrange everything but he was grateful that he had been taken into the President’s confidence over the last few weeks and all the necessary press releases and statements had been prepared in advance, even the President’s speech had already been written by his usual team of writers and he had been practising it now for some days. It was all systems go and Dexter was ready, more than ready. This is what he had been waiting all his life to do. The eyes of the world would be upon him, and of course the President too, after all it was his announcement, but Dexter would be sure to stand right behind his boss as the world’s TV cameras focused on him. President Fraser smiled broadly. The timing was perfect. Half of the world, the billions of Catholics at least, would be feeling some sense of hope at their new spiritual leader being in place and the rest of the West would be looking to the New Year for hope. The East were about the celebrate Eid so almost the entire world was feeling spiritual. The proliferation of religious events coupled with a dead pope had created a strangely atmospheric Christmas. A feeling that, for once, the true meaning of the event had overtaken the usual spending, eating and drinking jamboree it had become in recent decades. President Fraser welcomed this new found spiritualism, not for any moral or religious reason, but it would make his announcement all the more newsworthy. It was almost biblical and he was going to be the one, the only one, to take media pole position. President Fraser felt strangely calm considering what he was about to do. This was it. He was about to become the most famous and exalted person on the planet - he was quite literally about to make history. He turned to his desk, unlocked the bottom left drawer and took out his prepared speech. As he read through it for the hundredth time he felt the excitement rising through his body like a surge of electricity. His hands began to shake, his upper lip moistened and the bulge in his trouser tightened against his zipper with every word he read. He was about to join the famous luminaries of American politics. He would be more famous and revered than Washington and Lincoln. Combined. President Fraser’s first year had been reasonably uneventful, but the country had had enough of catastrophic events of late and he had wanted to keep his head down somewhat should a deranged sniper decide to blow it off, an occurrence that had befallen his predecessor who had neither kept his head down metaphorically or physically. Now he would announce that he had achieved what decades, centuries, of stand offs, political wrangling and out and out war could not achieve, but that he had done within a year of taking the oath. Frankly, if he were assassinated now his legacy would live on. He was about to become immortal. He walked across the vast expanse of silk Chinese rug, a gift from the People’s Republic of China, and pressed the intercom button on his desk. ‘Yes, sir,’ said Dexter’s voice, a heavy inflection on the ‘sir’, a leftover from the marines that never failed to rile the president. ‘Dexter, make sure that tomorrow’s Post and Herald hold the entire front pages for my press conference. The Pope will have to make do with page two.’ ‘Shall I just hint that you’re about to make the most important address of your presidency, sir?’ Dexter said with barely concealed excitement, poised to run off at the president’s word and send the world’s press into overdrive. ‘Yes, start drip-feeding the international news wires that something huge is about to break. I want to make sure the whole world’s attention is on us when we make the announcement. Oh and Dexter, if they aren’t paying enough attention it’s OK to mention something about the three great religions of the world, got a nice ring to it considering the time of year. That should make them listen.’ The President smiled sardonically to himself. ‘OK, sir.’ Dexter almost yelled into the intercom. His ego was nearly as big as the president’s and he could hardly believe that he was going to be the one to break this news to the world’s press. Dexter called the White House press office and told them to set up a global satellite link for a last minute urgent broadcast. Bessie Finkworth, the president’s oldest press worker who had been with him since his days as a wannabe senator, had palpitations. She was a true End Days believer and still remembered the Cuban Missile Crisis and Bay of Pigs disastrous invasion. She truly started to believe that some rogue state somewhere was about to push the button. As the President looked in the full-length mirror in his office dressing room straightening his tie, he muttered his speech under his breath. It wasn’t a very long speech; in fact it was all the more riveting for its brevity. He couldn’t remember who had said it, some old Hollywood star probably, but there was definitely some truth in leaving your audience wanting more. The audience today would be ravenous for the full story, clamouring at the White House press office for even just one sound bite more. They, in turn would whip up a frenzy of speculation in the general public, the general public of the entire planet, all six odd billion of them. Of course, other governments around the world knew the announcement was imminent and they couldn’t be expected to find out via a news bulletin. After all some of them had played a role in the peace deal, but most importantly President Fraser wanted to ensure unilateral praise for his work and acceptance for the peace terms he had laid down. He needed everyone on side. Just as the White House was informed of who the new pope would be before a public announcement, the Vatican and every other non-rogue government was informed of the peace deal in advance. Now with global governments on board the next step was to wow the global community. He could barely wait out the last few hours until he would be in the White House press suite speaking directly to an expectant world. Dexter had definitely hit on something when he suggested this was the perfect time to reveal the President’s achievement and revel in a moment of glory, but he was about to upstage every other news story on the planet and make it seem like the dawn of a brave and peaceful new world. He had to admit that Dexter, although irksome, did know his stuff – the Pope was a global leader, albeit a religious one and he held the key to millions of his follower’s moral welfare, to ride in the slipstream of what was a new man of peace on the planet could do him no harm. No harm at all. In that sense President Fraser felt they did share similarities, one political another spiritual, but while the Pope wanted peace for all mankind President Fraser wanted a ‘piece’ of history and he intended to get it. Sharing a global goodwill platform was OK with him. He was the bringer of world peace and felt justified in considering the pontiff’s selection as of lesser importance. The President couldn’t help but smile at the thought...