Clan of the Black Sun

A mysterious stone of black obsidian holds a magical grip over a rural French clan ripped apart by an ancient curse. The Nazis covet the relic as a weapon of immense power that will lead their armies to victory in the West. The Allies fear rumors of the stone mask a deadly weapon that threatens the invasion of Fortress Europe. The resistance risks annihilation to recover it. The French police and the Gestapo will destroy all in their path to possess it.Three allied agents parachute into enemy-occupied France in a desperate race to uncover the truth of The Black Sun. For Sergeant John Keene, the mission will alter reality for all time. For Ariéle, the stone promises either freedom from captivity, or certain death.A medieval blood prophesy tells of a warrior rising in the West that will silence the cries of the ancient gods. Is the German occupation the Great Fire foretold in the prophesy? Has the Warrior finally come to bring peace to the land? Will fear once more unleash catastrophe throughout the countryside?

Author: L. W. Hewitt
Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 03/04/2014
Pages: 352
Binding Type: Paperback
Weight: 1.04lbs
Size: 9.00h x 6.00w x 0.73d
ISBN: 9781496151407

About the Author
I have coffee most every morning at my "office" - a small table in a 1920s style restaurant and hotel called the Olympic Club in Centralia, Washington. Visitors assume I work there, some think I am the manager. I direct people to the bathrooms - the urinals in this place are a tourist attraction all by themselves. This is where I write. The chaos and atmosphere prepare me for the day, and everyone in town knows if you need to talk to me, just drop by the "Oly Club." Most don't know that I have a master's degree in business, and have run my own technology company for nearly twenty of my last forty working years. I won a national championship on horseback, raced sailboats, wrestled octopus, baby-sat a killer whale, and once was a cook on a salmon purse seiner. I have read "A Soldier's Burial" aloud over General Patton's grave in Luxembourg, and said a prayer of thanks at the very spot at Margaret in Belgium where the German panzers were stopped outside Bastogne. I cried on Omaha Beach in Normandy and in the gas chamber at Dachau. I wear a silver Stetson and boots when I travel and answer to "Hey, cowboy!' in several languages. I have led an interesting life - married thirty-plus years, have three children, five grandchildren, and twenty-five foster children. I am now free to pursue my passion for writing - especially about the two great wars of the twentieth century. I cherish my role as "author-in-residence," or that crazy guy at the table by the urinals - it depends on your perspective.

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