Here it is: Prologue to Tempted by Evil (by Amber Lynn Natusch and Shannon Morton)
ENJOY!! (release date Fall of 2012)
Sister Mary Constance,
I miss you terribly.
I need your soothing words of wisdom now more than ever before. You always encouraged me to listen to my heart and believed that it would guide me, but I am afraid my heart has led me astray. I am not the girl you once knew, Constance. If only this were a dream from which I could awaken…but dreams are for children, and I am not a child anymore. You’ve long told me that we have nothing to fear in death, for the Father so loves us, and will welcome us with open arms to His kingdom one day. It is not death I fear.
I fear my own weakness.
You and I both knew that I was different from the others since I was a little girl. I tried to explain to Mother Superior that I was not a blasphemer and that I did not hold myself above God’s law. You must believe me when I tell you that I never meant to question the sovereignty of God. But recently I found something that I should not have, and I think you know what it is. We need to meet…I need you to tell me everything you know about the lost prophecy, and the child — the Anathema. The one who holds the power to influence the elements.
The one on whose shoulders rests the fate of mankind.
You told me once to forget about what I perceived I could do…that it served no purpose, and was not of God. What if I am not of God? What if I am good and evil, sin and salvation…heaven and hell? The scales are tipping, Sister, and I fear for the direction they are headed. The voices are everywhere, and I am surrounded by those who would seek to use me for their own purpose. I do not know who I can trust. Can I still trust you, Sister? There are things happening now that I cannot control — things that I must understand.
I desperately need to see you.
I know that Mother Superior has forbidden any of the sisters from having any contact with me, but you are my only hope. I know what I’m asking of you, and I’m sorry…but I have no one else to turn to. I don’t dare write what I truly feel is happening. I do not want others to see, but you must believe me, Sister. The time is approaching…the time where a shift will be made.
A battle will wage, and so help me God, Sister…
I fear I may doom the world.