A romantic fantasy of historical fiction that returns a modern couple of conflicting beliefs to Pangea and the Garden of Eden through the resurrecting of the Tower of Babel and the union of their forbidden loves. More
By the way I was feeling, I was obviously a man who needed a sign, but waking up in an Amazonian jungle with a brand new sweat suit on and a beat up pair of taupe sandals was not one that anybody would be hoping for. Yet, this was not foreboding the end. Among my minds haziness I could make out a real sign across the trail, fixed ominously before the stone dolmen.
“My memory is getting horrible.” I thought to myself as I tried to recall.
After getting access to my trust fund, I had decided to go on a journey, a real journey. I wanted my life to always feel full of joy. However, for the past ten months or so, that joy had consisted mostly of various hard liquors. My father had passed on to me a gene, which inhibited my histamine hormone, making me a perfect candidate for Alzheimer’s and now here I was, 34 years old, and couldn’t even remember what country I was in.
The last time I was in a moderately inhabited part of the world, I had seen in the news that alcohol and anti-histamines were the leading causes of Alzheimer’s disease. With my gene trait and the way I had been boozing I knew it was only a matter of time.
“Jesus”, I said aloud, turning my head to peer down both directions of the dusty trail. I patted my ass, thighs, and chest pocket twice before finding my cigarettes where they usually hid. Lighting one entices a bright glimmer from my sea blue eyes reflecting the flame. I let myself relax against this huge mound of rock, which housed a bench for tourists to rest. As I scanned the area, nonchalantly blowing smoke from my bottom lip, I move to investigate the plaque before the chained off cavern which had caught my eye. A brass studded silver plate that read:
Who but I can let known the secrets of the unhewn dolmen?
Who but I can make know the ages of the moon?
Who but I can find the secret resting place of the sun?
“Who but I would wake up in the middle of nowhere with a shabby pair of sandals on and a $1,800 sweat suit?” I mumble under my breath.
Who but I?
Hubudī is the enthralling love story of a couple whose relationship will come to be challenged on every level of their own beings as well as their families. Two people with opposite spiritual beliefs find astonishing similarities in their concepts of creation and common ground that strengthens their love for one another. The plot is far from simple. After introducing an array of characters, whose settings bring them from an Amazonian jungle, through the streets of 1980’s London, to Greece, and onto the Americas, the story deepens into a spell binding twist when Jesse discovers his deceased fathers journals and his possible relationship to his new found love. Evelyn, of the Oxychana tribe defied her people who were relying on her as the next seeker, after fleeing the jungle with an American man at the young age of seventeen during the Biafran War. When her husband died in battle, she left for London where she would meet Jesse years later and ignite the passion of the story line. The relationship between this unlikely couple finds them in multiple situations which seem fated, and the gift Evelyn finds to bind them forever is unknowingly imbued with an ancient power to heal the Earth of its racial segregation and bring her dream of ultimate life and love to light. Through devastation, defiance, true love, self-sacrifice, manipulation, physical battle, and faith, the couple will exhaust themselves and finally succeed in resurrecting the tower of Babel and reuniting the continents into a single land and voice, Pangea. Read Hubudi and find out how the story of Adam and Eve has been brought to life in a modern and refreshing epic. The balance of new and old concepts built upon within this harmonious structure of first and third person dialogue keeps the reader wanting more.