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About the Author:Michael J. Webb graduated summa cum laude from the University of Florida and obtained his J. D. from the same university. Over the past forty years he has travelled the world in search of adventure. He is a history buff, both ancient and modern, and is fascinated by the intersection of the scientific, supernatural, and Biblical world views, and has studied and taught from the Bible extensively for more than twenty-five years. He is also intrigued by recent discoveries in quantum physics that are now providing extraordinary insights into the reality of the spirit realm, especially as it relates to the study of Light. He incorporates all of the above into his supernatural thrillers. Michael and his wife make their home in Charlotte, North Carolina. Books by Michael: The Master’s Quilt, The Nephilim Parchments, The Song of the Seraphim (Giants in the Earth trilogy), The Oldest Enemy, Infernal Gates. He is currently working on Devil’s Cauldron, the sequel to Infernal Gates. He also authored a non-fiction work entitled In the Cleft of the Rock: Insights into the Blood of Jesus, Resurrection Power, and Saving the Soul.
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The demon looked out through the Professor’s sunken, reddened eyes, marveled at the sight before him. Surprise registered on Alec’s deeply tanned, weather-beaten face.
The nearly seventy foot high structure the Professor’s memories referred to as the Sphinx had changed dramatically since the demon had last looked upon it.
It was all--wrong.
Something else bothered the demon.
Now, the area surrounding the plateau was nothing but desert. Millennia ago it had been lush and green with vegetation, the climate hot and humid instead of hot and bone dry as it was today. Then, the plateau had been surrounded with a beautiful, shallow lake fed by the Nile. The almost transparent water had shimmered under the golden yellow rays of the blazing, molten pearl that was the sun. Dozens of dark stone djed-pillars—meticulously carved from the iridescent bluish-black diorite taken from the quarry in the Nubian desert and signifying the blue-black coloring of the nocturnal sky--had once ringed the crystal-blue waters of the lake. Collectively, they represented the pathway to the Underworld. They came together at a strategic point known as the Gateway to the Duat, the place where every human soul went after death to be judged by Anubis. They, too, had disappeared, along with the gleaming white temple known to all as the Mansion of the Wetjeset-Neter, the “place of reeds.”The demon, and others like him, called by humans the Shebitu, or the Elders, had been worshiped by humanity in the huge, magnificent temple built with gleaming polished stones quarried at Dilmun, the Place of Beginning, and brought to this location with great effort . . .