Amazon Best Selling Novel: The Hand of God
Charlie Sims is not your typical preacher. God has called him to rid the world of sinners. One corpse at a time, he carries out his brutally selfless work until a more powerful preacher appears who will change his life forever. A battle ensues for the fate of mankind.
Charlie's devout beliefs are shaken as he finds himself hurtled into a battle for the end of the world where nothing is what it seems. A violent tale filled with death and chaos, the lines between good and evil are blurred and eventually demolished.
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Who would dare challenge the hand of God? This was the
question I asked myself every night. The world was full of sinners, so my work
was never done. Tonight’s sinner was an adulteress. During the day, she was a
schoolteacher and a mother of two beautiful children with a loving husband. Her
husband practically worshipped the ground she walked on. Yet this wasn’t good
enough for her. Despite his years of love, devotion and adoration, as well as
him giving her everything she could ever want, she was sleeping with another
man.
The “other” man was a bad boy. He’d been in jail a few times, couldn’t hold a job, and
hung out in bars daily. Yet he was much manlier than her gentle husband who
loved her so. Adultery was sin in the eyes of God. He had declared her sin an
abomination. Those who commit this act shall be put to death. Tonight, I was
going to do just that.
I sat outside the adulteress’s school as darkness began
to fall. It was almost eight o’clock. I’d been watching her for days. She taught fifth grade,
but also worked with the choir. This often resulted in late nights. Finally, she
came walking out toward her car, the same way she did every night. I parked
right next to her car to make things quick and easy.
“Excuse me, ma’am?” I said as I stepped out of my Tahoe.
She didn’t seem startled at my presence.
“Can I help you?” she asked.
“Yes, do you have a cell phone? My truck won’t start and my phone seems to be dead. I’m
really sorry to bother you.”
“Umm, yes I do,” she said, as she
began to look through her
purse.
The distraction was just what I
needed. I lunged toward her
and, in one smooth motion, placed her into a reverse chokehold, cutting off her
air and her circulation. Within seconds, she was limp within my arms. I popped
the tailgate on my Tahoe and slid her inside, threw the canvas tarp over her,
and closed it up. It all took less than a minute. I climbed back in and began
the drive to the Chapel.
I stood watching her as she began to awaken. I looked up
at her, admiring my own work.
One of the fun things about my work was seeing the look on sinners’ faces when
they realized their predicament. Her response wasn’t any different. I had
stripped her naked, tied her to a large wooden cross, and had my tools lain out
before me on a table. As she came to, the alarm finally registered on her face
and she began screaming. She went on like that for a few minutes before she
actually spoke.
“What’s going on? Who are you?” she screamed. “Where am
I?”
“You know why you’re here,
sinner. God sent me to rid the
earth of you.”
“For what? I’m not a sinner! I didn’t do anything wrong! Why are
you doing this? What do you want?” She struggled against the ropes as she
screamed.
“Nothing wrong, huh?” I walked over to my table. I picked up the Bible off of
the table and turned to the book of Leviticus. “And the man that committeth
adultery with another man’s wife, even he that committeth adultery with his
neighbor’s wife, the adulterer and adulteress shall surely be put to death.” I
closed the Bible and held it up. “This is the word of God! Not up for
negotiation!”
“What?
Why? You don’t even know me! Are you insane?” She kept struggling on the cross,
trying to free herself, but not budging at all. I could recognize the look in
her eyes; it had gone from fear to anger. It was as if she’s realized her fate
and now chose to fight instead of beg. “What about Brett? Huh? Where is he? It
says both of us should be put to death! Not only are you a murdering freak, but
you’re a sexist murdering freak!”
I had a feeling she would mention her lover,
Brett. I reached under the
table and pulled out the large trash bag and reached inside.
“Oh, you mean this guy?” I said as I pulled Brett’s
severed head from the bag. His
eyes were wide and mouth was gaping open. She screamed louder and more shrilly
than she had earlier, the defiance out of her for the moment.
“Please,
don’t,” she pleaded. “Please! I can change! I can! I’ll go to church. I’ll beg
forgiveness! I have a family!”
“A family you cheated on, for this piece of
garbage. And for what? A cheap
thrill? A turn on? I hope it was worth it.”
“God no, please! God help me!” she cried.
“Oh, I’m afraid God won’t help
you. He’s who sent
me.”
I put the head back into the bag and
set it on the floor. Unfolding
the sack on the table, I revealed my tools. They included meat cleavers, knives,
drills, and other useful instruments. She saw them and began screaming again. I
continued through the noise. I was used to it. It was the sound of God’s
justice. I found my large knife and walked over to her as she continued
screaming. She looked down at me from the cross as I held the knife up to
her.
“No! No!
What’re you doing? No!” she screamed, but I ignored her.
As I began to cut down her chest, blood pouring from the
incision, I said a prayer:
“God is jealous, and the Lord revengeth; the Lord
revengeth and is furious; the Lord will take vengeance on his adversaries, and
he reserveth wrath for his enemies.”
I prayed as I cut, blood pouring from her body and
covering her in crimson as she continued screaming. It would be over in a few minutes and then she would
never be found. There would be no body, no evidence, no trace that she, or her
sin, ever existed. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
My Review:
The Hand of God is definitely out of my normal genre. This is the first book I've read that gives me the willies thinking about it. With actual scriptures being quoted while this serial killer of God passes judgement, it makes me wonder how Mr. Miller came up with this story. It's original and very dark and twisted. All throughout the story the plot turns just as you think you've figured it out. I was able to read this book in a day and was definitely creeped out by it. Good job on making my mind work overtime!About Tim:
Tim Miller has studied various religions, as well as psychology and has worked in several fields involving the study of human behavior. After serving four years in the U.S. Marines, Tim spent six years working as a corrections officer. Tim also worked as a technician in a psychiatric center. He is also an ordained minister. He currently lives in San Antonio, Texas with his wife and their children.
Tim became a fan of horror as a teenager. At the age of fourteen he would often read Stephen King books while listening to Iron Maiden on his head phones. He would write short stories to entertain himself and his friends. In 2001, Tim Published his first book, Without a Trace, and then Out of Nowhere a year later. These were mystery/suspense thrillers, but frightening enough in their own right. When not writing, Tim also trains as an amateur Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) fighter.
After a ten year break and writing two inspirational books, Tim is back at it writing horror with The Hand of God. It is the first book in the series about Pastor Charlie, the preacher/serial killer. The second in the Pastor Charlie trilogy, Revenge of the Three will be released in May 2013
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