Prologue
“. . . for it is written: ‘It is mine to avenge; I will repay,’ says the Lord.”
The words grabbed the man by the throat. He pushed the half-eaten plate of spaghetti away and studied the passage again. He had read those words before, but never had he understood them to mean what was so clear to him now.
It had been six years.
Six years and the Lord had not exacted his vengeance. And it suddenly occurred to him why.
He was to be the instrument used to ensure justice. He was the one the Lord had chosen and had just now revealed to him how he was to carry out the plans that would set the world right again.
He was the chosen one.
Stunned at the revelation, he set aside the Bible and picked up the other book he’d been studying. Just one book in the hundreds he’d read over the past six years.
“Sweetheart?”
“Could you get me a glass of water, please?”
“Of course.”
He stood and walked to the sink to fill the glass. As the water ran from the spigot, he stared at it.
And knew what he had to do.
Because he was the chosen one.