Christian-born Paul Plantavalu and his beloved Alisha al Komaty, a Muslim, share an unbreakable bond and a deep love for one another. Religion, war and politics oppose them at every turn. But most deadly of all is the resolve of an evil enemy determined to destroy their family lines forever.
Paul and Alisha’s journey takes a political turn; they must question everything and learn who to fear and who to trust as they continue their battle to safeguard the future of mankind. In accepting the burden of this grace responsibility, they must make peace with the difficult path they have chosen. Paul will struggle to unlearn everything he has been raised to accept as true; reality is much more mysterious and nuanced. It will fall to him to defend a much greater treasure than his own life – one which the Magi themselves understood – for the benefit of future generations. In doing so, Paul will help others to unshackle themselves from the grip of a self-styled secret elite with the power to manipulate religions, governments and monarchies, harnessing wealth and control for themselves at the expense of the populous. But to succeed in this challenge Paul must face his own desires and his worst fears, and if destiny dictates, he may be called to sacrifice his own family, including Alisha.
The second novel in author and adventurer D. N. Carter’s epic four-part series, Outremer II: Revelation Cometh draws upon forty years of intensive historical research by its Indiana Jones-style creator. As the reader is swept up by the romantic adventure of Paul and Alisha and their dazzling romp through the High Middle Ages in search of Templar truths and treasure, they are also challenged by the author to solve a coded puzzle hidden within the pages of the four Outremer novels, which will lead to a real-life bounty at the conclusion of the series!
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EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK
Paul and Theodoric walked out into the castle’s main courtyard to be greeted by several Frankish Knights and several Templar sergeants manhandling a caravan twice the size of Paul’s, with four large wheels up against the side of the main Keep wall. Despite the late hour, the courtyard was still a frenzy of activity. Paul breathed in the salty sea air and looked up to see many stars sparkling brightly, the nearly full moon directly above him. He looked ahead as he heard women laughing. To his front, he saw Princess Stephanie and Sister Lucy along with two of her maids walking towards the large caravan, Brother Teric leading them.
“Looks like you will have your privacy back tonight now her new caravan has arrived,” Theodoric said quietly, patted him on his arm and walked away giving a slight backhand wave. “See you in the morning.”
Paul’s ears began to ring with a high pitched whine and he sensed a humming vibration. His first thought was that another earthquake was about to happen. Quickly he went to move but found he could not. He felt frozen. His heart began to race as everything turned to silence. His vision began to blur. ‘What is happening?’ he asked himself, alarmed. He could sense his sword as if it was pulsing. Suddenly he was bathed in a brilliant white light that cut out all his vision. As he blinked and tried to see properly, he started to see what looked like the huge stone lintels from his dreams. Images of people slowly walking through the stones, formed like a doorway, and vanishing. A tall white haired man stood next to the stones and turned his gaze to look at him. Images of the Kizkalesi castle merged at times with the stones like an overlay. Paul instinctively knew he was seeing the same place but at a different time.
“Remember me?” the white haired man said without moving his lips.
Paul fought to move but was completely paralysed. Was he having some kind of seizure? Had he eaten something bad that Balian had given him? Was Alisha okay? As soon as he thought that, he saw her step into view. She was wearing the same cream and white dress as he had seen the woman wear in his dreams. Her dark hair blew back across her shoulders as she looked at him. She smiled and slightly raised her eyebrows to acknowledge him. He tried to call her name but nothing came out. She looked at the white haired man, who gestured she should walk through the stone gateway. She smiled once more at Paul and slowly turned her back on him and walked through. The white haired man then waved, smiled and followed her and vanished. Suddenly and without warning, a massive roar filled Paul’s head as a black wall of water and debris hit the stones obliterating them instantly.
Paul recoiled in panic, drew a deep breath, his eyes wide as the bright white light just vanished instantly leaving him standing alone on tip toes, rigid. He gasped for breath then coughed out as he tried to stand up properly, feeling dizzy. As the vision in his eyes returned, the courtyard was silent apart from someone snoring loudly off in the distance. A lone Templar stood watch at the open entrance to the castle. The small campfires that had been burning when he came out were now just smouldering embers. Adrastos snorted nearby drawing his attention. Paul looked around, confused. He looked up. The moon was now almost setting behind the castle wall. He looked at his hands, and then felt for his sword. It was still there. ‘Ali’ he thought, alarmed, and began to walk as fast as he could towards his caravan. His feet feeling heavy.
Inside the caravan, he found Alisha safely tucked up in the main bunk bed asleep with Arri wrapped up in swaddling next to her. The moon shone as if sitting on the castle wall, directly into the caravan. He sighed heavily with relief but still confused. He shook his head. He had not drunk anything but water. If he had passed out or fallen asleep, surely someone would have woken him or checked he was okay. His mind raced as he fought to remain rational. He had seen for real, or so it seemed, what he had so often dreamt of. However, this time, the woman was without any doubt Alisha. He looked at her as she slept. He slumped back exhausted onto the wide bench seat, rested his head back and closed his eyes. Quickly he opened them again fearful of another experience…but eventually tiredness enveloped him completely.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
D. N. Carter has enjoyed a lifelong love affair with archeology, cartography and the history, myths and legends of the Middle Ages. He has travelled extensively across Egypt, the Arabian Peninsula and the Languedoc region of France, which has long been associated with the Templar Knights and grail quest mythology. While not decoding maps and mathematical codes, D.N. Carter enjoys adventure sports and spending time with his family between East Anglia and the South of France.