Wulf and the Son of Man: Wulf the Eternal Warrior

By Jay Bowers

Wulf has left his native Germania, signing on with the Romans.  He winds up a Centurion eventually, and is assigned to Jerusalem under Pontius Pilate, who asks him to observe this supposed prophet Jesus.

Wulf does so, and also takes an interest in one of the disciples, name of Judas…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Moos Road Publishing
• Release date: Jul 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386624882

Jay Bowers

Jay Bowers, aka PaleoJay, is a long time blogger, podcaster, and author about the Paleo diet and lifestyle. He has a real expertise in what he calls Perfectly Paleo Exercise, which is natural, no weight exercise. Also, the Paleo green smoothie is the lynchpin of a good Ancestral diet, and PaleoJay has that one really figured out! Jay also is a fiction author, having just finished a fantasy novel called 'Afterlife.' Available right now on Amazon kindle, and in paperback- everywhere!  Check him out at: https://www.paleojay.com 

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In Celebration of the 150th year of the Trempealeau United Methodist Church

2017

CHAPTER ONE

Wulf in the Holy Land

Wulf stood in his armor, feeling the heat of the blazing sun of Jerusalem baking him in his plate-mail suit.  Signing on to the Roman army, he had not anticipated the discomfort associated with being a part of the almighty Romans.  He thought back across the past few years…

The Roman army had attacked his native land, and seemed invincible.  Marching in formation, their short swords outthrust- they were unstoppable.  They moved as one, in a unit, whereas his own Germanic tribesmen acted individually, fighting more as one person against others- as free men defending what was their own.

Although the Germanic tribes were, man-to-man, far more formidable than the Roman troops; still, the discipline of the Romans, where each man fought in total concert with his fellow soldiers, ultimately triumphed.

Wulf had been non-plussed to learn that even these stunted weaklings, which is how he viewed the smaller, dark-haired and small-boned Romans, could nevertheless prevail over the proven warriors of his own people!

The secret was in their discipline, wherein each man was required to act in concert with the others in his cohort- in other words, there was none of the self autonomy that was so important in Wulf’s Allemani tribe.  These Romans had learned to stifle their individuality.

The Romans were like automatons- robotic servants that duplicated the orders of the rulers.   This was so alien to Wulf’s world view as to be almost incomprehensible- but, in true barbarian fashion, he adapted almost immediately- turning his blazing blue eyes upon those Roman outlanders, as he still thought of them.  He would follow them, at least until he got what he wanted.  He signed on, to learn what he could from these Romans…

We own this land!  The People of Rome rule those of Jerusalem, and those of many far-flung regions!  Wulf looked out from under his bronze helm, his blue eyes blazing angrily out at the many brown eyes looking back, all with head-scarves of one sort or another.

I am not of Rome! he again shouted.  The myriads of brownish folk looked at him as if to say "We know!"  Wulf’s reddish mane and blue eyes were a dead giveaway.

"But- although I am not of the hated Romans, you must listen to me: the Romans are determined  on domination!  At all costs, you will be under their domination!  This, you need to know."  His gaze swept over the crowd before him, sweating and dispirited Jews all, looking back at him malevolently, as an occupier.  He shook his head lionlike, his reddish-gold mane swept back from his scarred face.

"I have been where you are now.  From the far north, the Romans beat us back, again and again!  Now, I have joined them, since they have