Inquisition

By Christopher Kesting

Inquisition is a futuristic tale of humanity and hubris. An existential parable. It introduces the us to a weary “Assessor” by the name of Rindell, who has begun to not only question his own morality but that of his entire culture as he is assiduously tasked to pass terminal judgment on entire societies based solely on his assessments of their worthiness through the testimonies of selected "defendants". This is a story about Man and God and their insatiable quest for one another. Inquisition is the inspiration for Kesting's latest novel: This Garden of Souls!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christopher Kesting
• Release date: Feb 5, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311674326

Christopher Kesting

Christopher Kesting is the author of four novels. His debut novel, the futuristic sci/fi thriller Rubicon Harvest (October 2008) was followed by Thrones for the Innocent (June 2009), a paranormal tale of justice, fate and spiritual faith. His third novel, Envar Island (November 2011), is an epic science-fiction adventure that has also been adapted into an award-winning screenplay and is awaiting possible production. Kesting's most recent novel, This Garden of Souls (December 2013), is an existential mystery that challenges the way we perceive ourselves and our realities. It re-defines the concepts of human awareness, freewill and the Origin of Man through intricate analysis of the synchronicity that exist between every human interaction. Mr. Kesting’s non-writing career is as a Certified Registered Nurse Anesthetist (CRNA). He has been practicing anesthesia for nearly 15 years, but writing creatively for as long as he can remember. Chris is originally from the Chicagoland area, but has called western Michigan home for over ten years.

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Inquisition

By C. W. Kesting

Copyright 2014 by Christopher Kesting

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Rindell disliked his job.

In fact, he was fairly certain that given the proper set of circumstances he could grow to actually hate it. The relentless pressure of consecutive assignments was beginning to wear him down—particularly the depositions. He had grown tired of the monotonous histories he was forced to listen to; the desperate and wheedling defenses he had to endure. He had grown intolerant of all the weak testimonies that feigned innocence and impatient with the arrogant ones that insisted foul play.

But most of all he loathed the constant travel. They sent him so far away, so often, that at this stage in the game he’d become convinced that he’d never be able to enjoy a life of his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he had been home. Or even talked to an old friend.

Such was his obligation. His duty.

He sighed as he walked down the wide corridor toward the deposition room. Rindell allowed his