The Hand That Caught Me: Duat

Every heart is weighed against the righteousness of God. Not one rises. Enosh wakes in a dark wilderness with no memory of how he came there. A scribe named Ezra has been sent to lead him down, through the gate, across the river, into the Duat, the night-country of the dead. What he finds there is not a myth. The scale is real. Heart after heart is laid against the perfect Law, and pan after pan strikes the floor while the feather never stirs. Below wait the deliberate sins, the diviners and the thieves, the frozen deep where the betrayers are fixed in the ice, and a Mouth that does not end what it swallows. Enosh knows his own heart will fall. He has already felt the heat rise to meet it. And then, against every law of that place, a hand he never asked for catches him by the back of the neck. A grave, unflinching retelling of Dante's Inferno, told in borrowed Egyptian shadow and built on the bedrock of the Reformed faith. In an age that would rather hell were empty, or temporary, or a figure of speech, The Hand That Caught Me portrays eternal judgment as the Scriptures portray it, and the mercy that meets it without lowering the scale. Book One of a three-volume work after Dante's Divine Comedy. For readers of Dante, John Bunyan, C. S. Lewis, and theological fiction that does not blink.

Pagina's: 142, Paperback, Independently published