They blackballed me a heretic. Not like they had a choice. The only alternative was admitting they might be wrong. Unthinkable! I didn’t go into ministry to defend dogma. I just wanted to spread a message of hope. But now I don’t know what to believe. Elves are real. I mean, seriously? How does getting stabbed confirm to anyone I am the center of ancient prophecy? Now it isn’t just my beliefs I have to fight. There are many who don’t want to see the elven prophecy fulfilled. And they want me dead before I can do something radical. Like, oh, I don’t know… How about save the world? P.S. – Learning to communicate with your cat is not all it’s cracked up to be.

Working out sucks! Especially when your girlfriend is like the next Jillian Michaels. It doesn’t help that Layla is a princess. Of like, elves. So beautiful, powerful and regal. I am preparing to fight like the fate of the world might depend on… me. My girlfriend has disappeared back to her world. Elven legions might attack Earth, there’s been a coup attempt and rumors of dead elves coming back to life. But something doesn’t feel right about all of this… Between surprise wedgies, the folks at my church upset at me, and my talking-cat’s Animal Planet addiction… It’s like my whole life is in disarray. How can I be expected to save anyone, much less the world? Go up and click ‘Read for Free’ or ‘Buy Now’ and find out if our preacher-hero can pull enough tricks from his sleeve to defend the Earth… before it’s too late.