My Name is Elijah

By E. Clay

“My Name is Elijah” is the prequel to the novel “Flagrant Misconduct.” This story is a fictionalized account of extraordinary but real events and its impact on an average family. For some, this fast-paced action drama will challenge your belief system; for others, it will affirm your faith. What happens when psychics and prophets both foresee imminent upheaval for your family? Is there hope for escape? Only one man knows the answer. Watch the YouTube video to see the hidden image of Jesus Christ.

A Chrisian suspense novel by E. Clay.

• Language: English
• Publisher: E. Clay
• Release date: Feb 24, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370382927

E. Clay

Never in a million years did I ever think I would become a writer, or that I would find it so fullfilling and rewarding. If the test of a true passion is the love of its drudgery, then I am certifiably hooked. The entire writing experience is a joy.I created this webpage so you can follow my works and hear the latest news on my progress. I enjoy communicating with my readers and reviewers about my characters, my plots and most importanly my message. If you ask me a question, I will make every effort to respond in a timely manner.

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My Name is Elijah

E. Clay

This book is inspired by true events, but the names of characters and locations of events have been changed to protect the privacy of those portrayed.

© 2011 E. Clay All rights reserved.

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Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:

for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

—Hebrews 13:2

My Name is Elijah is the prequel to the novel Flagrant Misconduct. This story is a fictionalized account of extraordinary but real events and its impact on an average family. For some, this fast-paced action drama will challenge your belief system; for others, it will affirm your faith. What happens when psychics and prophets both foresee imminent upheaval for your family? Is there hope for escape? Only one man knows the answer.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 - Invitational Football Summer Camp 1977

Chapter 2 - Prepare to Crossover

Chapter 3 - Walk of Shame

Chapter 4 - Split Decision

Chapter 5 - Last Line of Defense

Chapter 6 - 911—What is Your Emergency?

Chapter 7 - These Three Words

Chapter 8 - Child’s Play

Chapter 9 - Operation Whistle Stop

Chapter 10 - Three Simple Rules

Chapter 11 - The Prophecy

Chapter 12 - Dollars and Dents

Chapter 13 - (Re)Possession

Chapter 14 - The Redeemer

Chapter 15 - Remember to Forget

Chapter 16 - Legacy

Chapter 17 - One Degree of Separation

Chapter 18 - Joshua’s Rule

Chapter 19 - Pros and Cons

Chapter 20 - Rising Son

Chapter 21 - Fast Times

Chapter 22 - Lien on Me

Chapter 23 - The Entity

Chapter 24 - Future Shock

Chapter 25 - Last Testament

Epilogue

About the Author

Acknowledgements

Contributors

Chapter 1 - Invitational Football Summer Camp 1977

It was just about daybreak, moms and dads were waving goodbye seeing their sons off as they boarded the bus. The air was particularly cool and the sun began to announce her presence from behind the dark clouds. Joshua hoisted his duffle bag onto his shoulders, embraced his mother and kissed her on the forehead. She was particularly emotional and it caught the attention of other parents who were more joyful. As Joshua boarded the bus, he immediately looked for a seat where he could best see his mother Brenda. Joshua knew the tears she shed were not because of premature separation anxiety. … These tears were from carrying the weight of infidelity around like a ball and chain. You would have thought her husband Gary would have been more careful … he was. However, his mistress, a substitute teacher where he taught, was careless. Gary almost lost his job and news of the affair became public knowledge around town almost immediately. After a few weeks of damage control to keep the family together, Brenda decided to move in with her mom Maggie Ross who lived across town. Two weeks later Joshua followed suit. Initially, Joshua planned to stay with his dad, but the lack of remorse was just too much.

As the bus pulled off, she waved goodbye and began walking toward her car. Joshua kept looking through the window just to see if she would look back once more, she did and waved one last time.

The buses were packed with some of the most talented high school athletes in the local area, all vying for the attention of college scouts looking for new recruits.

The kids attending this elite and prestigious camp generally fell into two categories, either they were exceptional athletes or their parents could afford the pricey enrollment fee. Joshua was the former. Joshua was born with a genetic disorder called myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy. It’s a rare condition that promotes the abnormal growth of skeletal muscles. Joshua’s mother Brenda, a former world-class sprinter, had a mutation in one copy of the dominant myostatin-producing gene (MSTN), and she passed it on to him in utero. Joshua’s condition gave him three times the strength of the average adult male and heightened reflexes. His abnormal strength coupled with his superior reflexes rightfully placed him in a class of super athletes that dazzled spectators. At 6’7 and just over 250 lbs Joshua was already the number one defensive end in the country…as a junior in high school.

Unbeknownst to Joshua, among the passengers were two other kids who would thrust themselves into his world … and turn it on its head.

About an hour into the journey, Joshua overheard a heated conversation erupting over a window seat.

The first time I asked you to move was with my mouth … the next time it will be with my fist, said the bully standing in the aisle

Why don’t you … crawl back to the rock you slithered from matey? the boy said in a strong Irish accent.

Joshua admired the boy’s courage. The bully was a menacing figure, about 6’6 and disturbingly muscular in build. No doubt, he was a lineman. The kid seated was rather small compared to the other athletes on the bus … but that was often the case with place kickers. They didn’t need to be particularly strong; they just had to clear the football through the uprights, using a combination of technique and a bit of strength. Other passengers began to take notice of the exchange of words between the two, and it was obvious the kid sitting down was much more clever and unfazed by the towering bully.

You can sit in my seat under one condition; you sit on my lap and let me burp you.

Immediately, laughter erupted throughout the bus embarrassing the tormenter.

His face became red as he looked around at the laughing faces, then he lunged at the kid grabbing him around the collar.

Say something smart now Angel Face! the bully said as he spat while speaking.

Joshua began to get concerned and although he contemplated butting out, the aggression drew him into the equation.

Enough already! Show’s over! Joshua said as he exited his seat and stood behind the punk in the aisle.

Earl Starkey, get back to your seat now Mister! said one of the faculty staff.

This ain’t ova sweetlips, Earl said as he blew a kiss to the kid with the strong Irish accent. He then returned to his seat.

The kid then turned around and looked over his seat at Joshua.

Oi! Don’t need you to fight my battles. The only time I will ever want your protection is on the football field, you got it?

Yeah man, whateva dude, said Joshua.

About fifteen minutes later, Joshua felt compelled to say something about the incident.

Hey man, I didn’t mean anything by it. … It just looked like you had your hands full that’s all.

I know you meant well. It’s the Irish in me; we never back down from a fight. You’re a proper Yank. My name is Brandon.

Yank? I’m born and bred right here in Cali, Joshua replied.

You all are Yanks, Brandon said jokingly.

Brandon was a recent émigré from Ireland. His mother was Irish and his dad was a wealthy American banker from California. The two met while both were on holiday in the south of France almost eighteen years before. Their whirlwind romance was short-lived after it was discovered that she became pregnant with Brandon. Brandon’s dad Mr. Windsor was besotted with Carol and continued to court her for the next sixteen years. During that time, he pleaded with her to join him in California as a