An atypical tale about a once angel of the Heavenly Host—a unique lad witnessing, experiencing, and in his writings vociferating man's unceasing deviltry. Humanity is ripping toward the "great tribulation" God has prearranged, which he warns his fellow Earthlings about.

Unique may be too simple a word to describe one creative, dynamic, and inspired Roland Trent of Ladera, Texas, via his life and times as a brand-new teenager up till his early 20s, or atypical to call the novel, and it's for the curious reader to discover during an adventure with this truth-seeking fictionist through a make-believe world candidly and copiously infused with facts and actual accounts, inclusive of the consequences of our pigheaded and proud species' recycled follies.

Warning: It exceeds War and Peace in word count; it shall rile up the godless, the liberal, the secular, the politically correct, adherents of Muhammad, and even other "Christians"—being biblical, historical, and, based on the truth, timeless; angels and demons are among its characters; and it may change the reader, but for the better!

Oh, it's also a love story guaranteed to make one cry!

Excerpt from the First Chapter

1    A Prodigy in Love

What really separates the men from the boys?

   A serious question definitely requiring some deep thought—and perhaps even soul-searching—for a brand-new teenager!

   In all his innocence, Roland is clumsily caught in a “velvety” world none of the thousands of books he has digested since he learned to read at one has prepared him even a nanosecond! Unlike a newborn butterfly that finally breaks free of its cocoon and flies off to find a “soulmate”—and is, he ponders in great wonder, so sure of itself with its four delicate wings!—he has been plunged by an unknown, unseen force into a starry-eyed universe of polar attraction where emotions, not logic, are mainly, and quite boldly, involved, and egging thoughts of romance can rule each hour, waking or not. It’s fair to say that it for the first time has hit him hard and flat on the face, figuratively speaking, making him do things he neither can explain nor put a finger on. He has simply “fallen in love” with a girl he can almost touch—‘solid but soft, with perfect form, and very much alive!’ he penned with energy in his journal—not someone in a magazine or posing in a photograph with his sister Wendy, lost in its charmed hold on his regimented 24/7 goings-on, which is a big understatement on occasions when all he thinks of is one sunshiny aspect of hers. She looked up from a drinking fountain in school and flashed him a dazzling smile—‘quick but seemed to linger, and oh, so, so cute!’—frozen where he stood with his mouth open. “Wow!” slowly his lips couldn’t help forming after she left. “Wow!”