by Ares Demertzis (May 2009)
It was evening, the prelude to that dreaded, protracted obscurity of seemingly endless night. The sky was handsomely streaked with crimson and indigo, amber and violet, vermilion and fuchsia, reproducing those alluring, decorative colors of autumn that celebrate incipient death. To the east, a snow capped Mount Lebanon thrust a silvery, humped silhouette into the darkening cerulean sky. Orange city lights flickered reluctantly to life along the Corniche, which fell abruptly into the wine dark sea of the Mediterranean. Frothing waves crashed against the promontory, spraying a scent of primeval iodine and salt. more>>>
Read St. Bernard of Clairvaux's "De Laude Militae Novae" or write me for a copy of a paper on that handbook for Christian warriors.
This story seemed to me a well-covered contrivance. It has the vague [un-convincing] appearance of verisimilitude, but is truly just a front for the author's biased [and bogus] views about both Christianity and Islam. This is a straw dog tale. . .not so much "controversial" as irrelevant, given the extreme complexity of the subjects discussed. In a word, I felt bludgeoned.