When two ancient Minoan scientists traveled to the 21st century AD to warn us about what they’ve seen in the future, everything went wrong from the start. Soon after Athana and Ytn landed in our time, Ytn was murdered and his body dumped into an ancient burial urn in a Minoan museum on the Mediterranean island of Crete. Almost as soon as Emily and I met Athana, we found heWhen two ancient Minoan scientists traveled to the 21st century AD to warn us about what they’ve seen in the future, everything went wrong from the start. Soon after Athana and Ytn landed in our time, Ytn was murdered and his body dumped into an ancient burial urn in a Minoan museum on the Mediterranean island of Crete. Almost as soon as Emily and I met Athana, we found her bad luck rubbing off on us. I’m a Maine archaeologist and Emily’s a theologian from Virginia. Athana’s been urging us both from day one to help her warn the world about the impending disaster -- but who’s going to believe anyone whose information comes from a 3,450-year-old time traveler? EXCERPTS I. As he pondered Athana’s warning, a frisson of fear shuddered through him: “There’s something wrong up there, Russ….” Athana was rarely wrong. What could be up here beyond his abilities to cope? Fear rose in his mouth like bile. Here he was, moving at dusk into an ancient Minoan cemetery. What kind of danger was he in? The physical, mortal kind? Or the kind dominated by the dead? Or worse -- the ancient dead? He shuddered, realizing that his rapid breathing came not only from extreme exertion, but also from fear. He could smell it rising off his body. And then, a few seconds later, there it sat: an ancient Minoan beehive tomb! A shiver rippled through him, from his scalp down through his feet. Yes, he was an archaeologist, supposedly habituated to graves and graveyards full of the dead. But not at night, not alone, and not with a vague forewarning of impending evil. II. “How do you avoid war?” asked Emily. “I don’t know,” said Athana. “You must have a few ideas.” “Okay, yes. First, we escaped Starvation Culture.” “The way of life that happened when people turned starving behavior into a permanent way of life,” said Emily. “Yes. Until Potni came, we were free of that.” “Okay. What about your Mother Goddess?” “What about her?” “Seems she’d be a fairly important part of the equation. I mean, if deities are role models – paint a picture of how we’re to behave – then a Mother archetype might do that better than a Father.” III. Slowly the man began to stir. After struggling to a sitting position, he rose shakily to his hands and knees, then onto one foot, straightened, and stood more or less upright. He wobbled for a minute and then – Russ shook his head, rubbed his fist into his good eye. Was the moonlight playing tricks on him? The guy looked to be dangling a few inches off the marble floor! His feet weren’t flat on the floor, but were pointed toward it, toes an inch or so below his heels! Athana crowed, “We did it!” “Did what?” asked Russ. “What did we do?” “That,” she said, pointing to the man’s dangling toes. “We did that?” said Emily, also pointing at Potni’s toes, her jaw dropped. “You mean through magii power?” Russ asked. “Exactly,” said Athana. “You two threw me power, which I used it to fatten my own power.” “And we – levitated this guy?” Emily asked. Athana grinned, grabbing their hands and pulling their arms toward the ceiling, as she’d seen people do on American TV after achieving a coveted goal....
|Title||:||love inside the ruins the land that worshiped women book 2|
|Format Type||:||Kindle Edition|
|Number of Pages||:||150 Pages|
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