This is the prequel to: Noah and the Sons of God
Wild tales of adventure, dark fantasy, romance, and humor about Adam and Eve, Cain and Abel, and Enoch, a friendly Neanderthal prophet who lived during an ice age. Enoch and his beloved wife Mehetabel must deal with the metal wizard Tubal Cain, and the beautiful serpent worshiper Naamah, and her powerful seductive goddess Ashtoreth, and the sons of God, the strangely handsome men that come riding in on their fiery floating discs. As time goes on, the sons of God become increasing corrupt and one in particular could be Satan himself.
Excerpt:
The Lord has granted me clear memories of my life thus far. I still remember my grandfather telling me ancient stories about creation, the fall, and more recent stories about his father, a great man of God. I was a troubled twelve year old then but my grandfather inspired me to follow God despite all that had happened. As my father worked endlessly in their vineyards in the steaming grounds and my sick mother rested at home, my grandfather took me out to the hot springs where I went swimming. His very wrinkled face is brown and his long beard is grayish white. He is dressed in long brown furs and uses his long wooden staff to walk around. He wears an old silly fur cap on his balding head. He carries around a lot of extra furs on his back. It's snowing lightly on this warm day. The hot springs is surrounded by snow covered hills. I sit with him on a very large rock at the edge of the hot springs. I unstrapped the heavy furs around my feet. I remove my wooden sandals. I take off my long hooded gray furs. I hand them to my grandpa. I lay my small toy boat into the waters as I step into the soothingly hot waters of the hot springs. I'm wearing only a small gray animal hide around my waist. My grandfather holds his staff in his aging hands as he carefully watches me swim in the steaming waters. I play with my little wooden toy boat. It's crude, little more than a block of wood. My greenish brown eyes look at my misty reflection in the bubbling waters. My youthful brown face smiles as I happily splash a lot of water around, soaking my long dark brown hair. Then something pulls my toy boat under the bubbling water as the rising steam surrounds me. I'm scared. I see nothing! I barely can cry out before what felt like a huge clawed hand pulls me under the steaming waters. Despite his age, my grandpa quickly jumps into the hot springs as something drags me farther under the very hot waters. My grandpa desperately holds out his staff to me. I fearfully grab it with all my might. He grabs me and forcefully pulls me out of the hot springs. Then he sits me on top of that very large rock. I back somewhat away from rock and sit down again. He climbs out and sits down next to me. Grandpa asks me frantically, "What was that?” Chilling, I say gasping for air, "I don't know... It felt like a claw grabbed my ankle! Grandpa, what grabbed me?" We look down at my bruise and bleeding ankle. Then my grandpa wraps some animal hide straps around my ankle to stop the bleeding. Then he wraps me up with some of his extra furs to stop me from shivering so much. I brush my wet long dark brown hair out of my eyes. Grandpa says as I shiver, "I didn't see anything but something clawed you! I better take you home now..." We stare at the steaming hot waters but we see nothing. Grandpa pulls my hood over my still wet head. I says still shivering, "Please grandpa, I don't want to go home yet..." Grandpa says playfully, "Well, you're not going back into those waters! Would you like me to tell you some true stories?" I gently rub his soaking wet long grayish white beard. I smile wide, my greenish brown eyes shine as I say, "Yes grandpa, tell me some stories..." Grandpa puts his gentle arm around my shivering shoulders as he slowly says, "My father told me what God had told him before he left... Listen carefully, and maybe someday you will be telling these stories to your grandchildren..” I ask curiously, "Where did God come from?" Grandpa's kind brown eyes sparkle as he smiles and says, "God always everywhere is..." I frown, saying, "I don't understand..." Grandpa says in an almost silly manner, "God is beyond understanding... God is!" Still cold, I holds the furs closely around me as I asks curiously, "What did God do?" Grandpa adjusts the silly fur cap over his long wet grayish white hair as he says, ("In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep. And the spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters...”-Genesis 1:1, 2)
