The Shadow of Lhasa, a tale of reincarnation by L.J.Frank. The manuscript is currently being reviewed. See Journal entry dated 1/17/2014 for description.
Fragments of Faust by L. J. Frank Copyright (c) 2013 All Rights Reserved, Smashwords Edition Published: 3/9/2013 ISBN: 9781301159529
In Fragments of Faust, an architect’s nightmare, a seductive book dealer, the ploys of a Mephistophelean senator and an array of suspicious characters are blended in a quirky and deadly game – from New York City to Virginia, North Carolina, Key West and Miami. The pursuit of a mysterious German manuscript eventually leads to the National Cathedral in Washington, D.C. and an enigmatic twist of events.
The Arius Scrolls by L J Frank Copyright (c) 2010 All Rights Reserved Create Space Edition Published: 1/28/2011 ISBN: 1456305662
Blending fact and fiction, The Arius Scrolls is an intriguing journey into the life of a Fourth Century priest and his quest for the authentic Jesus.
The fourth century priest, Arius, spent most of his life in search of the authentic Jesus. His discoveries among the shelves of the Library of Alexandria, sermons and writings were popular yet stirred controversy, causing widespread unrest and bloodshed. Men of power, wealth and influence denounced him. His name became synonymous with heresy as he resisted the orthodoxy of the day.
Excerpt – Chapter 1:
He folded his wrinkled hands, closed his scarred dark brown eyes, and in a deep raspy breath, cried out “God!” He heard only the echo of his own voice, in the chambers of his brain. Nothing followed. There was no auditory response, no divine whisper in return. No spiritual elation arose from his silent cry. Thoughts once easily retrieved from the folds of his memory now eluded him. Songs that once easily unfolded from his mind and seem to dance from his tongue no longer were found. He pursed his lips to speak, but no words came forth. Silence enshrouded his being. “Arius!” The solemn voice shattered the silence. Startled, the etched creases of the aging man’s face seemed to cast a shadow from the incoming light as he looked up to see who recognized him.
Arius, his long legs achingly stretched sideways under an old wood table, picked up a quill, dipped the end in some black ink and began to write:
It began with the surviving fragments of papyrus hidden among splintered wood and stone shelves, wedged within an alcove of a stone interior wall, near an aisle leading into the lower chambers, adjacent to the cataloging room of the Mouseion at Alexandria reserved for scribes and librarians. How could I have known?
Currently researching aspects of the 18th and early 19th centuries with particular focus on the private life of Thomas Paine. Ghostwriting an article here and there and beginning to compile an anthology of essays.