The Disciples Of Goedric

The Disciples of Goedric A Trilogy I. Gay Gene Rising II. Guardians of the Blood III. SoulFire and Tears The Sons and Daughters of Goedric had fallen. For more than 2,700 years their once noble creed drifted, trapped in time like a ripple across an endless sea with no hope of shore. All that remained were broken memories and a fragile hope that had been cast into the winds of time by Judea-the_just and Ruth the Raven-Haired. In the not so distant future, young Etan flees his Chicago apartment, narrowly escaping IFC henchmen who will stop at nothing to get him back under their control. Burdened by relentless fits and horrific visions, his only hope rests with a rag-tag group of friends, led by two tough, old-guard lesbians who never thought they’d live long enough to witness the horrors of a second gay plague. Sue DeGault and Sue Keller pray for strength as they prepare to battle fate and the IFC, a corporate goliath controlled by a ancient and powerful family that could trace its roots to the days of King Yoshiyahu... a family that had been raging a war against homosexuals for thousands of years. Far away in the remote mountains of Mexico, a great grey-wolf raises ts muzzle and curled back his lips to taste the air. The scent of blood stings his palette, and he howls into ancient winds as they paint the mists with death. The winds were born on the battlefield, in a time long past. They saw the Great Purge of King Yoshiyahu. They witnessed the atrocities that were committed in the name of Yahweh, and they moaned in anguish as the blood of the Disciples of Goedric muddied the ground. His great howl echoed through the mountaintops, heralding the second dawn of Man's hope, and the very universe braced itself for the impossible... and the Eternal Void trembled in fear.

In the remote mountains of Mexico, a great grey wolf raises its muzzle and curls back his lips to taste the air. The scent of blood stings his palette, and he howls into ancient windsNwinds born on the battlefield, in a time long past. They saw the Great Purge of King Yoshiyahu. They moaned in anguish as the blood of the Disciples of Goedric muddied the ground. The Sons and Daughters of Goedric had fallen, and their once noble creed was trapped in time.

Weeks after the discovery of the gay gene is announced by researchers, IFC Pharmaceuticals announces "AEG/IS"Nthe gay cure. While the world is busy debating the drug's merits, a suspicious fever kills hundreds of thousands of gay men in less than 24 hours, presenting millions upon millions of people with an impossible choiceNtake the gay cure or die.

Book II of the Disciples of Goedric Trilogy Young Etan, AKA Patient G, flees his Chicago apartment in the middle of the night, narrowly escaping IFC henchmen who will stop at nothing to get him back under their control. His only hope lays with a rag-tag group of friends, led by the redoubtable Sues, two tough, old-guard lesbians who never thought they'd live long enough to witness the horrors of a second gay plague. Sue DeGault and Sue Keller pray for strength as they prepare to battle fate, and the IFC, a corporate goliath controlled by a powerful family with roots dating back to the days of King Yoshiyahu of Judea-a family that has been raging a religious war against homosexuals for 2,700 years. "Sometimes history is fiction, and sometimes fiction makes history."-GayNovelists.com "What an amazing, inspired, and frightening look at the world and the history of homosexuality. By blending past, present, and future so seamlessly, you have given us our own mythology, our own place in the universe. I cannot wait to continue on and see how this loving family of chosen members saves the world. Thank you so much "-Goodreads Reader Review

This book examines the political and social effects brought about by the establishment of Columbanian monasteries in seventh-century Gaul.

Sahl took a long draught of his Golden Tscha before settling into a well-worn, thug-hide chair to focus on the task before him. The bitter brew went straight to his head, and for a moment he thought of delaying his studies until he could manage a few hours of rest. Instead, he took another sip, cautiously opened the diary that sat before him and paged to a random entry… “A child once asked of me, who are you my lady? A simple question? No, there are no simple questions or answers, only simple minds. I am concubine to Cobahl Attalyte, - Overlord of Archean, enslaver of the Silver Staff, tyrant. I am Lyrihn, first priestess to Lux Bellamore, - light of the beautiful love, heart of the Holy Triad, mother of Archean. I am philosopher. I am friend. I am many things and on this day, I become many things more. And was the child confused by my reply? No, do not confuse the young with the simple. Seeking further understanding, the child asked, what is a friend? She received a simple answer. FROM THE DIARY OF LYRIHN DAY 2 OF THE YEAR 492 OF ATTALYTE RULE The High Lord’s the lumen-crystal faltered, causing him to look up and rub his eyes. Without knowing why, he found himself pondering the days of Lyrihn and the Ancient Lords, and the battles they had raged. The responsibilities of the current age seemed mundane and trivial compared to those of his predecessors—or so he thought. “Lady Lyrihn,” he whispered under his breath. “What manner of women you must have been….” An amzing woman, indeed. Cobahl Attalyte was not the only darkness Lady Lyrihn had put to rest. There was another—a malevolence so malignant and twisted that threatened man and God alike. Sahl Amenak had no way of knowing that much more than an Ancient diary had been unearthed by the winds and the passage of time; nor that his world was about to be torn asunder—begging the question, to whom do the Gods pray when all is lost?