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Christus Destitutus [MultiFormat]
eBook by Bud Webster
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eBook Category: Dark Fantasy Nebula Award(R) Preliminary Ballot Nominee
eBook Description: A dark tale of the Second Coming.
eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2006
449 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [25 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [31 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [11 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [189 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [11 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [73 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [82 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [87 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [37 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [9 KB]
, Mobipocket (PRC) [12 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [20 KB]
Words: 3376
Reading time: 9-13 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
An incredible story. Controversial. But, oh. How well written! -Eugen Bacon, Fictionwise Recommender
Jesus lay dying in a five-dollar flop. Dark against the sheets, his face and hands were marked and bent by every day of his seventy years; his thin body barely made a dent in the old mattress.
None of the beds in the shelter's clinic were empty. There was no shortage of old men too poor for the hospitals or for whom there was simply no room elsewhere. Once, he had tended the hopeless old men in these beds; now, he was just one more of them.
"Yeshua bar-Yosef." The voice was lifeless; the words a statement, not a question. It was his birth name, no one had called him that for two thousand years.
He opened his eyes.
"Oh," he said, "it's you. What are you doing here?"
The old man glanced down the aisle at the floor supervisor. If he'd heard the voices, he gave no sign. The words weren't English--weren't any Earthly tongue--, but it wouldn't matter anyway; there was always the low murmur of voices here. Some patients prayed, some babbled, or cried out in pain; if you were here long enough, you got used to it.
Vic wouldn't see the angel standing over the old man's bed.
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