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Centuries before the magi arrived in Bethlehem,
a prophecy sets a young magus on his path . . .
Following his vision of the coming Messiah, the prophet Daniel calls forth a select group of men who will count down the calendar until the arrival of Israel’s promised king. Centuries later, as the day draws near, Myrad, a young magi acolyte, flees for his life when his adoptive father and others are slain by a ruthless Parthian queen.
Equipped with very little, in haste Myrad escapes the city and, searching for a way to hide from the soldiers scouring the trade routes, tries to join the caravan of the merchant Walagash. The merchant senses that Myrad is keeping secrets, but when the young man proves himself a valuable asset, an epic journey filled with peril, near captures, and dangerous battles begins.
With every day that passes, the calendar creeps closer to the coming Messiah. And over everything shines the dream of a star that Myrad can’t forget, and the promise that the world will never be the same.
Praise for the Book
“Carr retells the story of the Magi in this bustling biblical adventure . . . . Myrad’s divine vision of the star and his arduous trek battling his own physical problems to pay homage to the Messiah capture the majesty of biblical narratives and will appeal to Christians well versed in scripture.”–Publishers Weekly
“Patrick Carr brings us a captivating tale in The End of the Magi. Based on the Holy Bible, he weaves a fictional tale of the adventures of a group of magi from the east looking for the Messiah. Myrad is a strong main character even though he doesn’t see himself as strong. He has great character traits and these help him find triumph over tragedy. . . . The End of the Magi is a great holiday read and gives us much to think about in our journey to know God better.”–Fresh Fiction
Water lapped at Areion’s knees. Myrad jerked the reins and reversed direction, begging his horse for all the speed it could give him. Areion fought for every inch of ground he gained, his hooves slipping against the rain-slicked rocks. Then he stopped, unable to climb any farther.
The water roared through the defile, growing, reaching for them. Myrad dismounted, gripping the reins, struggling to pull Areion higher up the side of the ravine. But each time he planted his right foot, he slipped farther back. His ankle wouldn’t bend.
Then the water hit him, knocking him from his feet. He slipped beneath the flood clutching at the reins. The rush of water threw him against a tree and he grasped at the trunk with his free hand, clawing at the rough bark until his head broke the surface. He sucked air into his starving lungs. Areion still stood, but the water continued to rise.
“Hi-ya!” he screamed, but the animal didn’t move.
He could either cling to his horse and try to make for higher ground or let the animal loose while he tried to climb the tree. The water surged higher. In moments it would reach Areion’s belly, sweeping them both away. He’d begun unwrapping the reins from his hand when his gaze fell on the wrapped bundle of his bow and his pack with his father’s calendar in it. The flood would take everything from him.
“No.” He raged at the storm. “NO!”
Using his horse as an anchor, he pulled himself hand over hand up the reins until he stood at the horse’s head. “HA!” he yelled, pulling the horse forward and upward. Areion scrabbled to find purchase on the rocky ground beneath the water. When the animal stilled, Myrad used the reins to pull himself even, then repeated the process.
They didn’t escape the rising waters, but inch by excruciating inch they managed to keep pace with them. Then Areion stopped, lungs heaving, refusing to move any farther. A wall of jagged rock rose above them, blocking their way. Peering into the downpour, Myrad could see no end to it. It ran as far along the ravine as he could see in either direction, looming twenty feet above him. It might as well have been a hundred.
“Is this how it is?” By way of answer, the water continued to rise. “I should have expected as much.” Yet the instinct of survival refused to let him surrender, and he worked to get Areion as close to the rock wall as possible. Pushing and shouting commands, he turned his horse so that it faced the flood, keeping the rushing water from hitting him broadside. He fought his way until he stood in front of his horse and angled his body to direct the force of the water out, away from the wall.
Then he waited, fighting to stand against the water’s rise.
About the Author
Patrick W. Carr is the author of the acclaimed fantasy series The Staff and the Sword. A Cast of Stones won the 2014 Carol Award for Speculative Fiction and the 2014 Clive Staples Award. A Cast of Stones and The Hero’s Lot were both finalists for 2014 Christy Awards. He teaches high school math and makes his home in Nashville, Tennessee, with his incredible wife, Mary, and their four sons.
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