Nephilim Generations
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In times past, rulers killed the messengers who brought them bad news. In a culture that reveres success at any price, sick messengers remind us that there is no success without failure. Nowadays, humans are far too humane to kill the messengers who bring bad news. What they do now is to ignore or stigmatize the messenger and kill the message. And they do this entirely legally, on prescription. They have drugs to lift their mood when they are down, drugs to pep them up when they are flagging, drugs to enable them to sustain long days and nights of military combat without sleep, drugs to suppress anxiety and drugs to make them tell the truth (whatever that might mean). The important thing is to medicate the message to oblivion, even at the price of taking the patient with it. Yes, drugs have always been our weapon of choice, since ancient times when we drugged people into trances to make them see what we wanted them to see. We’re so much better at it now: we’ve turned drugs into the most lucrative industry on the planet….
So Curfew had been targeted. He posed a threat to plans for the Vanpyre family because he asked awkward questions and looked for the real reasons behind things. He was under attack, and now even his ‘cure’ was putting him out of action. Taffeta tidied the pages and put them down on the bedside table. Curfew had promised her a mind-blowing read, and he hadn’t disappointed her. He had frightened her though. This was huge. Taff went into the other bedroom to break the news to her sister Fett.
“Put your make-up away girl,” she said. “There’s a war on.”
If you enjoyed Nephilim Generations, try:
The Teenager’s Guide to Quantum Mechanics!
Here’s an excerpt:
Am I just a gibbering idiot?
If you think being born into Old Money makes a teenager’s life sweet, think again. For one thing, my parents are Vanpyres. The Vanpyre dynasty goes back to the Crusades - they make Old Money look like New White Trash. Then there are the names they gave us. They called me Curfew, which is beyond random. My sisters didn’t exactly get off lightly either: they’re called Taffeta and Amphetamine. I mean with parents like that who needs parents?
Also, let’s face it, it’s difficult to look cool when you live in an English village called Little Titmongering. Even if you do spend quite a bit of time in New York and your Dad has a top-secret laboratory in the Dakotas that you’re not supposed to know about. The Vanpyres are rolling in ill-gotten dough – my father is a banker (say no more), my mother an ex-model who’s had more face-lifts than a Pittsburgh slag heap. They’re both as cold as ice. There ought to be a law against people like that producing children.
It goes without saying that we’re all complete fruitcakes. I spend a lot of time in my room playing computer games, which makes me seem normal, I guess, and reading books, which makes me suspect. At least to adults, who get nervous around anyone who thinks. They keep telling me I live in a fairy tale. They’re sort of right about that, but in the wrong way, which is somehow a whole lot worse than just being wrong. Catch up with you soon. I’m the gibbering idiot in Chapter 1.
My sisters are geniuses and spend most of their time misbehaving at their awful boarding school. They’re good at that. They also get good grades, which infuriates our parents, because it gives them so little to gripe about.
I’m more the quiet, nerdy type. Which may be why I had the meltdown. That’s what everyone else is calling it anyhow. Personally, I don’t think I did have a meltdown. I think I saw the light. In a world where the so-called real seems so unbelievable, how can we be sure that something isn’t real? Either way, this is my story of how we saved the world from a bunch of fallen angels. With a little help from an Asian butler, some seriously cool multi-player computer games and a little (well a lot) of help from the planet Doon, better known as Kepler 186f. That planet really exists, by the way. It’s up to you whether you want to believe the rest. That’s where the quantum mechanics come in. We become what we believe.
A brief postscript
The reference to biblical texts in this novella and in The Teenager’s Guide to Quantum Mechanics is intended to inspire the reader’s interest in original sources. Don’t take my word for anything. If you are interested in reading further on the Nephilim, I can highly recommend the work of Dr. Michael Heiser, a biblical scholar with a meticulous and deep contextual approach to the texts. Dr. Heiser has also written two novels himself on the subjects touched on in this novel. I also love reading books by the rabbinical scholar Daniel Boyarin. Once you start looking I am sure you will find many more fascinating authors. I am a student of Eteacher Biblical who run online Bible study courses under the auspices of the Hebrew University of Jerusalem.
The Bible quotations used in this book can be looked up easily on an online interlinear Bible such as Study Bible info, or the Hebrew-based Scripture4All. There are others as well, some of which can be downloaded. I like to be able to compare differences in translation among different versions of the text.
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