Paul DeBlassie III, Ph.D., is a
psychologist and writer living in Albuquerque who has treated survivors of the
dark side of religion for more than 30 years. His professional consultation
practice — SoulCare — is devoted to the tending of the soul. Dr. DeBlassie
writes fiction with a healing emphasis. He has been deeply influenced by the
mestizo myth of Aztlan, its surreal beauty and natural magic. He is a member of the Depth Psychology
Alliance, the Transpersonal Psychology Association and the International
Association for Relational Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy.
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Blurb:
A young curandera, a medicine woman, intent on
uncovering the secrets of her past is forced into a life-and-death battle
against an evil Archbishop. Set in the mystic land of Aztlan, The Unholy
is a novel of destiny as healer and slayer. Native lore of dreams and visions,
shape changing, and natural magic work to spin a neo-gothic web in which
sadness and mystery lure the unsuspecting into a twilight realm of discovery
and decision.
Excerpt:
“Help
me? Help yourself! Face what is yours to face,” Elizabeth hissed. She yanked
the door open then forced it to slam behind her.
Claire stood
still for a moment, feeling as if a tornado had swept through the room.
Elizabeth’s demand had left her shaken. She drew a deep breath, then went to
her desk and picked up her tea, noticing her trembling hands.
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Turning toward
the window, Claire saw a muscular orderly accompanying Elizabeth to the locked
ward at the far end of the hospital compound. A flock of crows circled high
overhead, seeming to follow the two receding figures. As they arrived at the
outer doors of the locked unit, the orderly reached for his keys. The crows
circled while the two crossed the threshold of the unit, Elizabeth suddenly
pausing, turning, and looking outside, her gaze riveted on the flock of birds.
All but two flew
off, disappearing into the piñon-covered hills. The two that remained came to
rest on the red brick wall adjacent to the locked unit, their black eyes boring
into Elizabeth. She looked panicked then enraged and, shaking a finger at the
creatures, yelled something. Her frantic gestures told Claire that she was
screeching curses to ward off evil.
Claire took a
step back from the window, from the impact of Elizabeth’s rage.
The orderly
grabbed Elizabeth roughly by the arm and pulled her inside.
The crows
waited, watched, then flew away.
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ReplyDeleteGreat excerpt. I love books that have epic battles between good and evil. Sounds like a great read.
ReplyDeleteIt sounds so mysterious and exciting.
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