About the Author
Pam Funke is the grand-daughter of a Pastor and was brought up in the church. Her love of reading led her to write for the enjoyment of others. She lives in Hinesville, Georgia with her son and daughter.
Now onto her new series!
Her new series is called The Apocalypse Series.
Operation Dark Angel: The Rise of Nicolaitanes
Softcover (346 pages)
Also available for Kindle
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Book trailer: http://youtu.be/Y871xctaZ50
This is the first book in the exciting The Apocalypse series.
Our current world is full of chaos, turmoil, hatred, wars, starvation, murders and strife. Every day the world spirals more and more out of control. The people of the world feel helpless and are looking for someone, anyone to save them. Who will save them and bring peace to the world? Can the birth of a single child be the answer to their prayers? Where is God in all of this? Is anyone even searching for Him or are they too caught up in the world to even bother looking?
Nicolaitanes Balac, a man who is quickly gaining political power and reverence, has enlisted the help of General Alexander Ludlow and The Group in an attempt to bring about peace and serenity for the entire world. Hence, the birth of Operation Dark Angel, a military operation designed to bring about world peace. Or is it? Will the operation really bring an end to the turmoil, violence and hatred or will it make matters worse? What can the people of the world do to regain control of the world?Excerpt:
“So he carried me away in the Spirit into the wilderness. And I saw a woman sitting on a scarlet beast which was full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. The woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet, and adorned with gold and precious stones and pearls, having in her hand a golden cup full of abominations and the filthiness of her fornication.. And on her forehead a name was written: MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND OF THE ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH.”
Mariel Balac was a young, beautiful Italian woman who had lived in Rome all of her life. She lived on a large beautiful estate that had belonged to her family for generations. There was talk that it had been built by her great-great grandfather, who was some famous architect. Her family was very prominent in Rome. She was after all a direct descendant of the Roman Emperor, Nero Germanicus. Her family was well off. She had attended private Catholic schools her entire life. Even now, she was attending college at a private school run by the Catholic Church. She had not picked a major yet, as she was a little unsure of what she really wanted to do.
She enjoyed being around children and thought perhaps a teacher—but at the same time she was really good with adults also. Complete strangers often sought her out to get advice from her. Even when she was a child people would come to her with their problems. She had always been a good listener. Perhaps she could become a psychiatrist. Then she could get paid for listening. Wouldn’t that just make mother’s day. Her mother hated it when she would calmly listen and give advice to strangers; she felt as though it was beneath Mariel.
It was a beautiful fall day. It was cool out but not yet cold. She enjoyed this time of year. Rome was a beautiful city with all of its history, but she especially loved Rome in the fall when all the leaves were changing colors. She planned on going to the Colosseum. She loved walking amongst the old walls; she imaged the history of the place. Sometimes while walking there she could literally see things that had happened there. She enjoyed the day as she continued her walk.
“Mariel,” the voice called startling Mariel.
She looked around but did not see anyone.
“Mariel,” the voice called again.
Mariel stopped in her tracks. She was sure that she had heard someone calling her.
“Who’s there?” she called out timidly. She looked all around her.
“Mariel, you have been a faithful daughter. You have kept yourself pure. For that I am going to bless you with a child,” the voice continued.
Mariel was flabbergasted. Surely she was hearing things; perhaps someone was playing a joke on her. What madness is this?
“Okay now, whoever you are this isn’t funny! The joke is over—come out of hiding please,” Mariel said a little annoyed.
“Mariel, this is no laughing matter. You are a good and faithful servant. I am going to bless you with a child,” the voice said.
Mariel sat down on the curb. She suddenly felt very light-headed. I am finally going mad, just like mother used to joke around about. Keep listening and helping those crazies Mariel and you’ll end up just like them. Wouldn’t mother like to hear about this. No, I can’t possibly be having this conversation with no one; perhaps this is nothing more than a dream. Whatever this is, I’ll just play along.
“But that is impossible. I do know what it takes for one to become pregnant and I have done no such thing!” Mariel replied. How dare he suggest that I’ve done such a horrendous thing. I would be shunned from the church. “I do not even have a boyfriend for heaven’s sake,” Mariel whispered.
Mariel was a little peeved by the implication of the situation. She was pure and intended on staying that way. She thoroughly believed in not engaging in pre-marital sex as it is a sin against God.
“You will have a son and you are to call him Nicolaitanes. This child will grow up to do great and wondrous things,” the voice continued.
Wait a minute. Is the voice referring to the prophecy? Surely he can’t be talking about The Child, can he? I know that we talk about it a lot in church, but no one knows when that’s supposed to happen. Besides why on earth would I be chosen?
“I’m sorry, but would you mind repeating that?” Mariel asked.
“Why do you doubt me so, dear daughter? You have been chosen for this wondrous blessing. Are you not honored?” the voice replied.
Mariel stood there for a moment pondering all that she had heard. Is this truly happening to me? Why me? Am I truly being chosen to carry and birth The Child?
“Yes Mariel, you are,” the voice interrupted.
Mariel was stunned, she finally got it. She was being chosen to carry The Child, her. Wow. I am completely honored. I hope that father will be proud of me. This is so exciting.
She truly believed that this was the voice of God talking to her and choosing her to carry the Messiah.
“It shall be my honor,” she replied joyfully.
“And Mariel?” the voice called.
“Yes?” she replied.
“No one must know of this. Not even your family. There will be those who will not want this child to be born. He must be protected at all costs,” the voice continued.
What am I going to do now? I will be all alone. I cannot do this by myself. Why does God want me to not even have the support of my family? They want The Child to come just as much as I do. She sat there just staring blankly. Her joy was quickly snuffed out by sadness.
“Do not worry child. Everything will be alright. You will not be alone. Go to the Colosseum and wait just inside the gate. There you will meet a woman named Rosalind Carey. She will be your protector. Go with her, she will help you with everything. And remember, you must not tell anyone about this conversation. Do you understand?” the voice replied.
“Yes, I understand. I accept this quest with a joyful heart, Lord. Thank you for choosing me to carry your beautiful son,” Mariel said.
“Go now Mariel, Rosalind is waiting,” the voice said and was gone.