

| Excerpt from the Prologue - The Earth Speaks |
| “Diving Officer, check your trim!” The Officer of the Deck barked at the officer supervising the watch standers operating the submarine’s control planes. “Check my trim, Dive aye!” The Diving Officer resisted answering with any hint of resentment. Things were tense just now. No need to add to the palpable anxiety that filled the small control room. “Helmsman; Planesman, give me a one degree up-bubble! Work together now gents! That’s it. No sudden control movements. Ease the stern down a little . . . lookin’ good.” The Dive leaned back in his chair with a satisfied look on his face, no longer worried that the rudder would get drawn upward by the hydro-dynamic forces of the surface leading to a broach and causing a visible wake topside. The last thing the control team wanted was to give their position away during the height of the cold war. The ship’s one-degree up-bubble would avoid the potential for any indiscretion. Back on the attack stand, the Officer of the Deck twirled around with his eye plastered to the periscope. He studied the surreal panorama of a glassy seascape and waning sunlight through the small lens. As he did so he also managed to make a brief report to Captain Ray Wilson, the Commanding Officer, “Still no sign of our guy in the raft Skipper.” They silently skimmed beneath the near-still surface at a slow four knots. Such water conditions demanded that the crew keep close control of their vessel. If the submarine was to broach, the resulting wake could easily give their position away. However, in this out-of-the-way location, getting discovered appeared to be a remote risk. Through the scope, and by sonar, this section of ocean revealed no detectable contacts. But, the crew also knew that in such conditions it was possible for sound to get trapped in a thermal layer in the ocean’s fickle personalities, hiding any tell-tale tones of potential adversaries, surfaced or submerged. In the back of everyone’s mind were the recent intelligence reports that the Russians had a new submarine – quiet and deadly. No U.S. Skipper wanted to be the first to be tracked by it. Stealth was a way of life, even during this important search and rescue. Despite having a good crew and a good ship, the U.S. submarine Commander was at a serious disadvantage. Things weren’t going well. It was his job to rendezvous with a solitary man in a raft; supposedly after being dropped off by a Russian cruiser. And, he couldn’t find him. He hoped to keep plenty of water space between the Russian warship and his own. The last thing he needed was an accidental collision and international incident at sea. The two messengers backed then turned away from the throne. “I never stop thrilling at His voice – the Alpha and Omega.” Morning Light whispered in a hushed tone as he and Strong Sword stepped from the dimensionless, spiritual world into the creation. “Yes, the First and the Last; the Beginning and the End; the Ancient of Days - I too must sing when in His presence, but come now, He has sent us again to rescue one of His greatly beloved.” |
| Jib, a mysterious humanitarian, and his new protégé Zane lead an expedition on a thrilling international adventure to activate a novel communications network while they deal with criminal maniac who’s bent on taking control of the invention for his own greedy purposes – control of the world. Quick thinking, humorous diversions and travel to remote volcanic regions help them stay a few steps ahead of their evil nemesis. Meanwhile a diabolic and ancient secret order discovers the network and the arrogant plans of Jib's nemesis. A tangled series of events unfolds until the strange climax unveils an even more sinister world plot. It’s clear our team of good guys still have their hands full at the conclusion of this book. |
| THE HEAVENS DECLARE THE GLORY OF GOD AND THE FIRMAMENT SHOWETH HIS HANDYWORK. DAY UNTO DAY UTTERETH SPEECH, AND NIGHT UNTO NIGHT SHOWETH KNOWLEDGE. THERE IS NO SPEECH NOR LANGUAGE, WHERE THEIR VOICE IS NOT HEARD. Written by King David in the Book of Psalms, chapter 19, verses one through three. |