What Does It Take To Write A Thriller?

An excerpt from TELEVENGE ...





The
rain fell in torrents the last time I saw them. I was a grown man. A beautiful
man, made in God’s perfect image. It was a hot July day. I remember because it
was my birthday. Approaching their peeling porch steps, I flung my suit jacket
over my shoulder, undid my tie, and rolled up my sleeves. While one aunt shook
with a palsy and the other chewed a cud of something between her gums, I sat on
a step and read from the book of Leviticus. “A woman that hath a familiar
spirit, a wizard, shall surely be put to death, they shall stone her with
stones; her blood shall be upon her. I’m going to preach,” I said.





They stared through me, like a
couple of deaf mutes.





I’d come to pick a bone with two
old women; to rid myself of an infected snakebite, a poison that had
infiltrated even the most anointed parts of my life.





“Can you understand? I’m an
overcomer! Quench not the Spirit, saith the Lord! Don’t you see? The audible
voice of God speaks to me and through me daily. I once was lost, but now I’m
found. You chastised me, but He chose me. I crossed over into the Land of Milk
and Honey and I found it. I found the sweet honey in the rock. Sucked out the
sweetness and emptied the cone, tasted and seen that the Lord is good. He found
no guile in my mouth, no He did not. I spend my days speaking in
tongues, yes, true, the tongues of angels, and fall asleep easily every night
with God’s words inside me, His anointing upon me.”






A violent storm erupted. Lightning cracked amid a fast
and furious rain. I grabbed them up, two rail-thin old women, dragged them
inside and kicked the door closed with my heel.

 

 

 ... a novel not for the faint of heart ...