Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Fall by Chana Keefer

About The Author:  Chana Keefer is a mom of four, married to the best man alive, and has a background in broadcast journalism. Many, many moons ago, she worked as a model and actress.

Chana loves old barns, old movies, hot chocolate chip cookies and someday she'd like to sail around the world. 

She's a busy gal, but you can find her at facebook and twitter

Back Cover Blurb:
:  After reading this book, I guarantee you will never think about God or the fall of Lucifer the same way again. Rapha's story is a massive, visual spectacle, yet it is also one angel's intimate, personal perspective on the battle for all creation. Epic does not begin to cover it. - --Cory Edwards, writer/director of Hoodwinked

As a Pastor I often hear the questions: What was going on before creation? What was happening in Heaven? How did the battle between good and evil begin? The Fall paints a picture that can give image to the answers. --Rusty George, Lead Pastor, Real Life Church, Valencia, CA

Earth-shattering yet subtle. I found God revealing Himself to me personally as Chana described the indescribable as if she was actually there! ---Victoria Jackson, former SNL cast member, Author


The Rapha Chronicles THE FALL

CHAPTER ONE End of an Age

  There was a time they were best friends… a distant memory almost forgotten. Almost.
  It would be so much easier if he could forget. Peace, peace, but there is no peace… Rapha clutches his head in his hands oblivious to the rare trace of fresh air and woodland noises around him, too lost in fractured, tortured memories.
  A child’s eyes, wide with fear; a woman’s ripe belly, torn; screams and cries of anguish splitting the darkness of night; innocence lost; purity destroyed; life swallowed in death. And weaving through every image, the sound of cruel laughter—feasting on mankind’s pain.
  That face. Rapha squeezes his head but the image burns clearer—a face bathed in shadows as fumes of death cast waves of beauty and horror, eyes of leeching evil. Those eyes suck him into darkness, willing him to join the nightmare.
  With all the force of his formidable will Rapha wrenches his thoughts from that realm, forcing his eyes open to light and life. A flower—tiny, bright, thriving no more than a few brave hours—faces the sun’s feeble light. With a need for comfort, Rapha stretches face down, breathing in soil and weakly pulsing life. Although fires burn, smokes of destruction rise and death reigns, but here is a patch of green. His fingers grip deep into soft earth as fresh pain rips through him.
   Flashing, intelligent eyes; a carefree smile; beautiful hands gesturing with enthusiasm; boyish laughter filtering through a forest glade—ancient memories that bring unbearable torture.
   Sobs rumble from the depths of the earth itself, erupting through Rapha’s muscular frame.
   “I cannot,” he gasps, wrestling in his mind with an unseen companion. “It’s impossible. He’s gone too far for too long. There’s nothing, nothing pure—he’s made it so….” Rapha’s body writhes like a tortured serpent, with agony greater than he’s ever experienced, threatening to rip his immortal soul from his impervious body.
   But wait. There was a time he tasted deeper anguish.
   No. Please. That is locked away—eternal sanity demanded it. But the horrific images descend once again.
  The loved one weeps in agony, precious flesh is torn over and over as Rapha’s heart feels every rip of the whip, every trickle of spittle, every curse thrown like a poisoned spear. And there, in the crazed mob, everywhere he looks, the twisted, beautiful, triumphant, mocking face of one who was once a brother.
   Rapha’s earth-crusted hands clutch at his ears but the laughter grows, filling every recess of his soul, stealing every hope and joyful memory.
   A joyful memory?
   In a flash Rapha is there; catapulted through eons of space and time, before the purity of the garden, back through countless ages to a fresh hilltop lit by a younger, more optimistic sun. He and Luc preferred the plunging cliffs dropping to unseen depths below. Somehow, a spiral dive carried more of a thrill when performed in a temporal world.
   “There’s something about this place,” Luc’s eyes flitted from tree to mountain and stream as he stretched golden arms wide as if to embrace the early morning’s glow filtering through droplets of mist. “It’s not as grand as our flawless, hallowed domain but the appeal is undeniable.”
   Rapha had ignored the note of restlessness in that melodic voice, choosing to enjoy fresh air laced with flowered perfume and the spiced musk of fertile soil.  In the countless years of their friendship, he had learned Luc’s passions could flash with the slightest provocation, but usually, if Rapha allowed Luc to give vent to his emotions, the darker frame of mind would pass. And, a visit to this, their favorite retreat, was usually the perfect remedy, a change of pace and a different rhythm that put celestial matters into perspective. With a sigh Rapha settled back into thick green with one arm behind his head to contemplate the crisp blue above. Yes. This was just what Luc needed, a deep breath of contentment.
   “Listen!” Luc crouched down as a biped creature struggled into view on the steep slope below. It was bent forward as if sniffing the wind, its hair-covered body tense, heavy brow shading deepset eyes that scanned its surroundings. “What do you suppose it’s thinking?” Luc said. “Does that puny mind delve beyond putting one pathetic foot in front of the other or is it merely contemplating which part of its putrid body to scratch next?”
   This new creature, standing somewhat upright and possessing intelligence beyond Earth’s other inhabitants, had stirred Luc’s ire. Rapha could not understand why these beings, known as “man,” so inferior to angelic structure, should irritate his friend so.
    Rapha studied the perfect planes of the face beside him as Luc observed the creature with disdain and declared, “Do you realize it can’t live without water?  A stiff wind could blow it off this cliff and that’s it. The young are even more vulnerable—tiny, squirming things one breath away from oblivion!” A mournful expression shadowed the handsome face. “I’d be doing a favor to end such a pathetic existence….” He raised an arm as if to summon a whirlwind.
   “No!” Rapha was accustomed to Luc’s teasing but something in his friend’s expression warned him the humor had taken on a malicious tone.
    Luc resisted Rapha’s restraining arm,“ Just a small puff… oh please… it will know the thrill of flight as it plummets to the ground!”
   “We are not to influence them,” Rapha was alarmed at Luc’s narrowed eyes and the hard lines of repulsion that marred the beautiful face. “You know the command.…”
    Luc burst into laughter, eyes glittering with the triumph of disrupting his stoic friend’s calm demeanor. “As if I would dare defy Adonai!”
    Relief flooded Rapha as the shadow disappeared from Luc’s face. Ah… this was his beloved, teasing Lucifer.
    “However….” Luc observed the squat creature, now scratching and snuffling under a bush, “He must have something to record on his cave wall.”
    Without further discourse, Luc drew himself up to a height rivaling the tall evergreens, revealing himself in all his celestial glory. His body flared like lightning and a whirlwind of smoke rushed up from the ground, causing the bright hair cascading about his shoulders to flow up and out creating both a crown and mantle. With eyes of fire he flung a lightning bolt across the valley as the man creature screamed in fright and threw himself beneath the bush. When Luc turned his smoking gaze toward the trembling being, Rapha moved quickly.  Expanding to equal Luc’s stature, his own muscular body rising thirty feet into the air, he took one step that resounded across the valley like a clap of thunder and placed himself between Luc and the frightened man creature who howled in terror then ran, fell, and rolled back down the rocky slope.
   Luc reduced himself to his original proportions and fell back on the plush turf laughing, unfazed by the menacing regard of his friend who sunk back to a mere eight feet tall.
    “Adonai will know.”
    “Oh, I’m counting on it!” Luc’s eyes flashed with anger. “I’ve told Him these pathetic men will never develop if left to their own slow, cognitive abilities. Besides, you’ve just helped me initiate worship! That creature will grunt stories of his brush with ‘the gods’ for the rest of his life! He’ll be esteemed and honored. I’ve done him a favor….”
    “You have disobeyed Adonai!”
    “I’m showing Him I can think for myself!” Luc roared with a pent-up fury that drove Rapha backwards to shatter the rock wall behind him and send another resounding crash across the valley.
    Finally, all was quiet. Rapha looked up from the mound of shattered rock toward Luc whose face registered vague surprise at his own violence. There was regret, but no apology. “Admit it, Rapha. You have doubts as well. How long will Adonai keep us slaves to His will? He plots to dishonor us, the greatest of His creation, yet we continue to bow and scrape and—”
    “Silence!” Rapha’s voice thundered across the valley cutting off Luc’s tirade.  He had never controlled his friend by force but the words against Adonai were an insult he would not endure.
    Enraged, Luc fixed mute but murderous eyes on him as Rapha continued, struggling to remember how Adonai maintained the celestial court without anger. “Adonai has given nothing but honor and power to us. You shame Him, and yourself, with these words.”
    Finally Luc’s tongue was loosened, dripping with bitterness. “Shame? You want shame? Continue blindly following orders until you find yourself nursemaid to the mud creatures, my friend!” In a split second Luc launched himself off the precipice and, like a glorious phoenix, traced an arc of fire through blushing, sun-kissed clouds.

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1 comment:

Sharon A. Lavy said...

Reading the exerpt of this book shows me it is not for the people who belong to the group Brandlyn Collins calls the "Big Honking Chicken Club."

So with that warning, if you know someone who enjoys a bit more gritty biblical fiction, you might want to share this with them.

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