These excerpts from Voices of the Living Grail illustrate the depth of the story line, which addresses the mysteries of the Dead Sea Scrolls, the Kabbalah, mystical Christianity, the relationship of Christ and the Magdalene, Stregheria and the Nature-based pagan religions, the Inquisition and the Catholic Church’s attitude toward women, humankind’s addiction to warfare, and much more.

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“The Greek books are written in a secret code that describes the hidden history of Christ and his disciples,” Parsus said.
“But how can you know that?” Martyn asked.
“There are secret scrolls that explain what the code is. They were hidden away to keep them out of the hands of the Roman armies after Christ’s crucifixion.”
“Truly!” Martyn said. “Have you seen them?”
“No,” Parsus replied, “not I myself. The meaning of the scrolls and the Greek texts were teachings from my mentor, Saramontus, at whose feet I sat for many years.”

Saramontus turned again to the cardinal. “But you, Penzinar—the Church—denied even yourselves access to God, because you robbed God of the feminine face of the Divine.
“You have enhanced your priestly power by heaping layers of guilt upon the hearts and minds of your bewildered congregations. The devout come to you now because of their fear of Satan, not because of their love of God.”
He leaned forward and addressed Penzinar in whispered tones, “But the bloodline didn’t end with the murder of Dagobert, did it, Penzinar? His son, Sigisbert the Fourth, survived, didn’t he? The Church knows, doesn’t she, that the bloodline of Jesus the Christ still exists. She’s living with that awful secret, isn’t she, Penzinar? She knows.”

“Seize him, you idiots!” Chibiro shouted again. He ran toward Magathard, bringing his sword in a mighty downward arc toward the base of Magathard’s neck. Magathard met Chibiro’s blade with his own, hilts locking as mighty beasts lock antlers with thunderous echoes in dark forests.
They spun apart, and Magathard came at Chibiro with a sweeping two handed swing at his midsection, which surely would have cut him in two. But Chibiro dropped to one knee and put his full strength into his own weapon to block the blow. He spun off Magathard’s blade and delivered a chopping downward slice toward Magathard’s hip. Magathard couldn’t recover fast enough . . .

Parsus loosened the soft linen flap, delicately tied to the bird’s leg, and unrolled the tiny vellum scroll contained within. He noted the small square symbols, inked onto the scroll with care. They looked almost Hebraic, and well they might, considering the writer’s origins. Saramontus the Jew, Juggler to the King, Royal Master of the Dance. And unofficially, thought Parsus with a smile, Protector of the Princess and Chief Thorn in the Church’s Side. He read the scroll: What I prophesied has come to pass. Make haste. We need you now.