By James A. Michener
In his signature form of grand storytelling, James A. Michener transports us again millions of years to the Holy Land. during the discoveries of recent archaeologists excavating the location of inform Makor, Michener vividly re-creates existence in an old urban and strains the profound heritage of the Jewish people—from the persecution of the early Hebrews, the increase of Christianity, and the Crusades to the founding of Israel and the fashionable clash within the center East. An epic story of affection, power, and religion, The resource is a richly written saga that encompasses the heritage of Western civilization and the good spiritual and cultural principles that experience formed our world.
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“Fascinating . . . lovely . . . [a] marvelous rampage via background . . . Biblical historical past, as visible throughout the eyes of a professor who's wondered, appalled, extremely joyful, enriched and impoverished by way of the spectacle of a land the place all males are archeologists.”—The ny Times
“A sweeping [novel] packed with excitement—pagan ritual, the conflict of armies, historical and sleek: the evolving drama of man’s faith.”—The Philadelphia Inquirer
“Magnificent . . . a superlative piece of writing either in scope and strategy . . . one of many nice books of this generation.”—San Francisco name Bulletin
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Timna, waiting for catastrophe, knew that at this second she should still take him domestic, but if she began to accomplish that, Matred commanded her to depart him the place he was once. “The monks could punish you severely,” the 1st spouse warned, so opposed to her certain judgment Timna allowed Urbaal to stick, and whilst he confirmed symptoms of weeping for his son, she put his hand upon her swelling stomach and consoled him. His trembling lowered, for as Timna knew, it used to be by no means demise that corrupted. The monks ordered tune, whereupon a door opened and Libamah got here forth, now a standard prostitute yet wearing a spun fabric that appeared good-looking on her slender physique.
At the present time, despite the fact that, Governor Uriel used to be no longer analyzing his craftsmen. His advisor led him to the part west of the watergate to the purpose the place the wall of Makor bulged northward, and there, in a sequence of low wood constructions, the younger Hittite confirmed Uriel the last word weapon on which the security of Makor rested, a tool so terrifying that it'll most likely make destiny sieges unprofitable. “Is every thing so as? ” the governor requested. “Yes,” the younger guy stated, calling to consciousness a bunch of Hittites assigned to the low constructions.
Hittites wandering down from the north have been swarthy, squat males with strong our bodies and massive hooked noses, yet these from the southern wasteland have been lean and hawk-faced. They have been the Horites. Even a number of the Sea humans had made up our minds to reside ashore—robust, thick-chested males. They have been the forerunners of the Phoenicians. And all lived jointly in a type of detached amalgam, discovering for themselves approximately pretty much as good a lifestyles as used to be then on hand within the region. during this age of uncertainty, just one factor used to be sure: the confusion approximately faith were completely settled.
The clergymen of Makor have been implacable yet they weren't merciless. They subsidized no pointless barbarity and ordered in simple terms what used to be required to guard the neighborhood. They have been the single ones who might learn, and to Mesopotamia they despatched their clay drugs inscribed in cuneiform, whereas to Egypt they despatched messages in hieroglyphic. They knew figuring and astronomy and the way to control the 12 months in order that plants flourished. with out their intelligence lifestyles in Makor might were very unlikely, for they served additionally as medical professionals and judges.
Zadok? ” The canine leaned ahead. “Zadok? ” From at the back of the rock to which the serpent had fled an outdated guy appeared—bareheaded, lean and leathery from his greater than sixty years within the solar. He had an untrimmed beard that reached his chest, and wore a rough gown of knotted wool and heavy sandals; he carried a shepherd’s stave yet didn't lean upon it. carefully he moved out from the rock and prefer a reluctant baby took his position sooner than the burning bush. “El-Shaddai, i'm the following. ” “Three instances have I known as you, Zadok,” the voice stated.