The Windfallow Chronicles tell the story of a small planet, sister-world to Earth where man never sinned, angels are visible and the common building materials are gemstone. Four times the demon, Jackal, sent humans he controlled into Windfallow seeking to seduce and twist it as Satan seduced Earth. Finally, the angels cast the demon into outer darkness where he could never again interact in any way with any world.
All gates between Windfallow and Earth were closed. But, as a further precaution, the marvelous gemstone of Windfallow was concealed behind a cloud of mindlock so it would appear as common stone to aliens.
Now, it is centuries later and space travel has brought humans to a far corner of their galaxy. Here, a tiny planet shimmers in a curious light?
Lightning danced through billowing thunderheads above the volcano. A presence brooded in those clouds; it?s home destroyed in the fiery depths below, it looked for another. The presence would have gnashed its teeth as it boiled up into the blackness of chaos, but it had no form. Hatred blazed where its heart might have been and it held a face in its memory. The face of a thirteen-year-old named Zach.
A home. It must have a home: a thing of substance, an object with which to manipulate and control the puny minds of men. The presence left the cloud and floated above the earth?seeking, sensing, probing the minds below for weakness, for the skills it needed.
The woman sat at her workbench, her fingers playing idly with a ball of wax. On a shelf above her were a variety of figures?gargoyles, vampires, and wizards?all cast in pewter and all sculpted by her skilled hands. She was known for figures of medieval lore. Those who dabbled in the dark world of demons and witchcraft prized her work.
She seldom had a shape in mind as she began sculpting. The wax seemed to form of its own volition. Now, her fingers began shaping an animal. It was thin and hungry looking; it?s eyes curiously alive. Presently, a jackal stood on her worktable looking back at her. She could not look away. Her hands began to tremble as she reached out to touch her creation. ?Cast me!? the jackal hissed. ?Now!?
OF ROCKS AND GOLD: in which the thugs return to steal the fabulous gemstone of Windfallow. Zach disguises himself as one of the 'mindless', a subspecies of Fallowfolk who live in tunnels under the Barrier Wood, and spies on the crooks. He finds the 'King of the Barrier Wood' uses an amulet to open a gate into the world. Zach helps Angari, a Windfallow angel, capture and destroy the amulet through which the demon controls the crooks.Book Two of the WINDFALLOW CHRONICLES continues the story of Earth?s sister planet where angels are visible, man never sinned and the common building materials are gemstone. It is also the story of the demon, Jackal, who seeks to seduce and destroy the innocence of Windfallow as Satan seduced Earth. The demon cannot enter Windfallow proper for sin was never invited, but he can inhabit and control crooks to his bidding.
A team of geologists discover a body buried in the ice, excavate it and find it wrapped in a crystal chain. When the chain is touched by humans, it explodes leaving a huge crater and no remains of the team. The demon is loosed once more and invades the mind of a groundskeeper in a zoo in Zach's hometown. The Jackale forces the man and his common-law wife to take a snow leopard to Windfallow in an attempt to corrupt the animals. When this fails, the Jackal brings a band of thugs in to kidnap the King of Lower Windfallow and his family.
Several books were found in a repository deep in the bowels of the Space Administration, Planet Earth. Written in Galactic Standard, they tell the story of a small world, Windfallow, whose history is intertwined with that of earth. On Windfallow, man has never sinned, angels are visible and the common building materials are gemstone. The same
Rachel picked her way down the steep path. Small rocks caught in her sandals and she held tightly to the shepherd?s crook. The afternoon sun turned her hair damp and perspiration pooled in the hollow of her throat. Summer stalked the hills of Judea while spring still echoed in the song of a meadowlark. A sharp pain struck her ribcage and she caught her breath. Be careful where you kick, little one! Her free hand rubbed the hard little mound where the baby was making its presence felt and she smiled in spite of her weariness. Unaccustomed to walking the mile to town alone, she wondered briefly at her boldness. ?Tell Jacob not to worry, Rahab, and thank David for telling you about Mother.? Filling a small waterskin, she?d grabbed the crook she used when walking and headed for Bethlehem, finding courage in fear for her mother.
