Right now the Kindle version of my novel Nearer the Dawn is on sale for just 99¢. You can find it here: https://www.amazon.com/Nearer-Dawn-J-Avila-ebook/dp/B00J1AVQLM
As usual, all net profits go to charity.
If you don’t own a Kindle, you can download Kindle onto your computer absolutely free at https://www.amazon.com/Amazon-Digital-Services-LLC-Download/dp/B00UB76290
This is one of the top rated novels on Catholic Fiction.net, where it received a glowing review that will give you some idea what the book’s about: http://catholicfiction.net/book-review/nearer-th-dawn.php
How this book came to be: I wondered what an atheist would do if he witnessed a miracle. I figured he would try to explain it away. But what if he couldn’t explain it away? Well, I think he’d still try to explain it away, no matter how ridiculous the explanation.
Nearer the Dawn grew out of that idea.
This is my most Catholic book. Because the battle between good and evil can be violent, this book is recommended only for those age 13 and up.
Here’s the prologue:
Evil oozed up between the floorboards and glanced around. Puffs of dust, four bed legs. A throw rug nearby. Peaceful ticks from a clock.
The usual danger was nowhere in sight. Excellent.
A blob of thick oil, it crawled from under the bed, slithering along the planking, fingers of darkness gliding up the wall. It snaked along the ceiling, then paused, hovering over the four poster bed.
Below slept the loathsome creature.
Auburn hair, spread on the pillow, haloed her face. One hand rested on her stomach. The other, fingers curled upward, lay near her head.
Oil coagulated, drew into a rough cylinder, its tip sculpturing into a serpentine head. Eyelids sliced open, red crescent pupils burning within. Scales sprouted along a belly coiled on the ceiling.
Eyes narrowing, it spiraled down to scrutinize the creature. Repugnance rose into a groan, dark vibrations purling outward and rippling about her brain before worming into her dream.
Her eyes slipped open.
Ah, yes. Time for terror. He thrust at her and hissed.
“Oh, pheeeew.” The woman pinched her nostrils and gagged. “Your breath is rancid. You need a mouthwash.” Continue reading