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Outremer 4: Who Controls the Present Controls the Past by D.N, Carter - Book Tour

Outremer 4: Who Controls the Present, Controls the Past by D. N. Carter




Summary: 
A great secret from antiquity is threatened; its eradication, if successful, will lead to mankind’s destruction. There can be no compromise in safeguarding it, whatever the fateful consequences to those entrusted with its continuation.

Paul faces impossible choices, ones he cannot make alone. Who can he trust? How can he protect this secret as the world around him falls apart as Outremer descends into a deliberately orchestrated war of unparalleled violence, with Christianity and Islam pitted against one another?

Amid the horrors of total war, Paul must decipher the secret, how it has been updated and encoded within the mysteries of Mary Magdalene and the sacred feminine, and how it must be restored if is to be preserved successfully so that mankind can claim its true inheritance, one of unimaginable power. Evil forces wish to control and destroy the secret to stop a new dawn of spiritual awakening, cultivating instead a climate of fear, anger, judgment and the eventual enslavement of our souls.

Wiser, braver and nobler individuals step forwards, just as they have always done in the past to intercede against evil, and it is to those men and women Paul must turn. Just when all appears lost, Paul must find true courage, perseverance and faith, and make the ultimate sacrifice. Failure on his part will risk losing this arcane message forever.

The time to act is now.


Information about the Book

Title: Outremer lV: Who Controls the Present, Controls the Past
Author: D. N. Carter
Release Date: 5th September 2019
Genre: Historical Fiction
Page Count: 746
Publisher: Clink Street Publishing


Excerpt
Paul halted Adrastos hard, almost slipping up on the corbelled road, old broken columns on either side marking the original entrance into the old Roman town. Three large fires burned ahead of him sending thick smoke skyward. Small half collapsed walls hid from view most of what was burning. Rapidly he looked around for any signs of life or movement but there was none other than several crows and large vultures circling high above him. The smell of burnt flesh entered his nostrils as a light wind blew across him and Adrastos, who snorted and backed up slightly. Paul steadied him, sweat pouring from both of them. He quickly glanced back as Percival appeared approaching fast behind. Paul dismounted and rushed over to a raised set of fallen stones and jumped up. He drew his sword as he looked forward to see many bodies of men, women and children lying dead in various grotesque positions, flies beginning to swarm. Many caravans were burnt out already with blackened bodies stuck within them, one looking directly at Paul, its face burnt away around its mouth set in a fixed grin of death. There were far too many people and caravans here to be Alisha’s caravan, he thought with a sudden sense of relief despite the carnage before him. Then his heart missed a beat as he wondered if Queen Tamar had come further south than she should have. Percival ran up beside Paul and drew his sword covering his nose from the stench by pulling up his sand protector up over his mouth and nose.
“You take that side and I shall take the left,” Paul said and started to slowly walk forward into the main area of burning caravans and bodies.
Percival walked toward several poles that appeared to have severed heads upon them. Paul picked his way through the dead, mainly pilgrims by the look of them. Most had been shot with high velocity crossbow bolts. A woman sat propped up against the remnants of a stone wall, having sought cover behind it. Her eyes were fixed open staring upwards, her mouth wide open left in the position of her last scream. She held a baby across her chest but it was pinned to her, just the ends of the crossbow bolt still visible, sticking out of the baby’s back, the rest having pierced through to the mother. Other bodies had their throats cut wide. As he stepped forward past a burnt out caravan, the floor littered with empty luggage chests and boxes, a few silks blowing in the breeze, the smoke made him cough. Several black clad men lay dead amongst several dead Templars.
Paul’s stomach churned with anguish and he was nearly sick as he moved closer to see them. They had all been beheaded and he could not tell if they were the Templars who had been escorting Alisha or not. Frantically he looked around to see if he could see any signs of Thomas and his men but they were not amongst the dead near to him. A large caravan was a short distance off completely destroyed by fire, its two horses lying dead in front of it, partially burnt. He looked over to Percival, who was just staring up at the severed heads on the poles. The men had clearly given a good account of themselves for Paul had to step over many more black clad men. He knew they were not Al Rashid’s men, which left only one other person responsible. Turansha…and he must have left in hurry as they always took their dead with them. Slowly Paul walked towards Percival looking at all the dead. It had been a large caravan of mainly Christian pilgrims. A sugar cart billowed black smoke as the sugar burned away in thick gouts of orange flame. Nicholas and Upside pulled up beside Adrastos and both dismounted as Abi pulled up behind them. Paul looked at them briefly then back towards Percival, who, he could see through the swirling smoke, was now leaning forwards being sick. Paul’s heart exploded seeing him like that. Quickly he ran toward him, Nicholas seeing him move started to run toward Percival too.

Author Information

D. N. Carter has enjoyed a lifelong love affair with archaeology, cartography and the history, myths and legends of the Middle Ages. As an adventurer he has travelled the world, enjoys parachuting, recently taken up microlight flying and paints in his limited spare time as an artist. Outremer has been forty years in the making and his interest in these matters ultimately led to a career in science and research. Now in his fifties he presently spends his time living between England and France with his family, plus dog and some gold fish, but continues his travels researching and exploring; a path that shows no signs of slowing down. 


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