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Racing against God
by Miranda Windle
Can we outrun God?
In "Racing against God," Sir Philip Wild is determined to outrun God, who seems oblivious to the suffering of the world. In this thought-provoking and entertaining new novel, Miranda Windle examines the impact of personal loss, war, and natural disaster through her aristocratic detective, who unearths his power and knowledge from within to conquer all.
United States, March 3, 2010 - Acquire Press, the Publisher of Thoughtful Books for Intelligent Readers, has released "Racing against God," a new international mystery novel by Miranda Windle.
E-mail us at acquirepress@pacbell.net for any questions about this new aristocratic mystery.
Can we outrun God?In "Racing against God," Sir Philip Wild is determined to outrun God, who seems oblivious to the suffering of the world. In this thought-provoking and entertaining new novel, Miranda Windle examines the impact of personal loss, war, and natural disaster through her aristocratic detective, who unearths his power and knowledge from within to conquer all.
United States, March 3, 2010 - Acquire Press, the Publisher of Thoughtful Books for Intelligent Readers, has released "Racing against God," a new international mystery novel by Miranda Windle.
E-mail us at acquirepress@pacbell.net for any questions about this new aristocratic mystery.
About the Novel
Sir Philip Wild travels to San Francisco for the funeral of his fiancée, who has died in a bizarre accident a month before their wedding in Paris. By chance, he discovers she may have been a bystander victim of a murder intended for the Mother Superior of the Catholic college she has attended, and a scandal may be at the heart of the slaying. Outraged by the refusal of the local police to investigate her case, he sets out on his own to avenge her death. But he finds himself up against Sister Mazu Lin, who stops at nothing to defend God's good name and the reputation of her superior.
As they battle over a mysterious book for the evidence of the murder, they discover the shocking truth that makes them put aside their disagreement, and join force in apprehending the cunning criminals, tracking them to Old Faithful Inn at Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, where they are forced to evacuate from the park with the criminals, on a dangerous horseback journey to escape from a natural disaster.
But their chance of survival will depend on their resourcefulness to hold the criminals at bay, and their ingenuity to outrun God, who is determined to let nature run its course.
As they battle over a mysterious book for the evidence of the murder, they discover the shocking truth that makes them put aside their disagreement, and join force in apprehending the cunning criminals, tracking them to Old Faithful Inn at Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming, where they are forced to evacuate from the park with the criminals, on a dangerous horseback journey to escape from a natural disaster.
But their chance of survival will depend on their resourcefulness to hold the criminals at bay, and their ingenuity to outrun God, who is determined to let nature run its course.
An Excerpt from "Racing against God"
Prologue
Sister Mazu Lin ran toward the phantoms in the dense fog, her sharp ears following the sporadic screams. Tripped on the hem of her white habit, she got up limping but pushing ahead as the voices became more distinct. Pausing at Lucy Pride's inaudible murmur, she heard Mother Miriam Ghiberti praying in a high-pitched tone, "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do."
Rushing forward in terror, she saw Miriam's purse swinging from the railing of the bridge, and a huge bird in midair against the rising sun. On a second look, she realized it was the silhouette of two figures in a bear hug, one in a nun's habit, her long head covering fanned out like wings in the gusty wind. With meticulous care, she took the purse and held it close to her heart, made a cross and uttered a deafening cry.
Many cars halted at her piercing voice, and a large crowd gathered on the bridge. In silence they watched the bodies hit the water and vanish beneath the waves, as the fog dissipated and the sky turned blue above the Golden Gate Bridge.
Mazu turned her head away, her dark eyes on a familiar figure walking to the other end of the bridge. But her mind had only one thought, for whom was Mother Miriam praying before she fell off the bridge?
Copyright © 2010 by Miranda Windle
Sister Mazu Lin ran toward the phantoms in the dense fog, her sharp ears following the sporadic screams. Tripped on the hem of her white habit, she got up limping but pushing ahead as the voices became more distinct. Pausing at Lucy Pride's inaudible murmur, she heard Mother Miriam Ghiberti praying in a high-pitched tone, "Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do."
Rushing forward in terror, she saw Miriam's purse swinging from the railing of the bridge, and a huge bird in midair against the rising sun. On a second look, she realized it was the silhouette of two figures in a bear hug, one in a nun's habit, her long head covering fanned out like wings in the gusty wind. With meticulous care, she took the purse and held it close to her heart, made a cross and uttered a deafening cry.
Many cars halted at her piercing voice, and a large crowd gathered on the bridge. In silence they watched the bodies hit the water and vanish beneath the waves, as the fog dissipated and the sky turned blue above the Golden Gate Bridge.
Mazu turned her head away, her dark eyes on a familiar figure walking to the other end of the bridge. But her mind had only one thought, for whom was Mother Miriam praying before she fell off the bridge?
Copyright © 2010 by Miranda Windle
About the Author
MIRANDA WINDLE is the author of Sir Philip Wild and the Emerald Necklace. She has worked as an online columnist, and a staff writer in the high tech industry. She lives in California, United States.
Sir Philip Wild and the Emerald Necklace
by Miranda Windle
Handsome baronet Sir Philip Wild, a battle-hardened war veteran and a consulting detective for the high society, is summoned to investigate the murder of a wealthy restaurateur Amy Leacock and the theft of her emerald necklace in Ban Spring Palace, a magnificent baronial castle and luxurious hotel in the Canadian Rockies.
As Wild unravels the long buried secret of the precious emerald necklace, he finds his life, his family, and his country trapped in a deadly game of deceits and betrayal. To stop the vicious cycle of violence, he must confront his turbulent past and meet the challenge of his adversaries who will test his wits, resilience, and commitment, or he will perish in the fieriest battle of his life.
Handsome baronet Sir Philip Wild, a battle-hardened war veteran and a consulting detective for the high society, is summoned to investigate the murder of a wealthy restaurateur Amy Leacock and the theft of her emerald necklace in Ban Spring Palace, a magnificent baronial castle and luxurious hotel in the Canadian Rockies.
As Wild unravels the long buried secret of the precious emerald necklace, he finds his life, his family, and his country trapped in a deadly game of deceits and betrayal. To stop the vicious cycle of violence, he must confront his turbulent past and meet the challenge of his adversaries who will test his wits, resilience, and commitment, or he will perish in the fieriest battle of his life.
What the Readers said...
"The ploy of the story is good. The characters are human and warm, and they remind us that there is still love between relatives and friends in spite of criminals everywhere."
—Lorna, Melbourne, Australia
"Great work! The plot kept moving, and the characters were interesting. I also liked the historical background and your psychological insights."
—Abby, San Francisco, USA
"Once I started reading your book, I didn't want to stop. Keep up the good work!"
—Betty, Ann Arbor, USA
"Congratulations to the author and Sir Philip Wild. I read the book with interest and enjoyed it. I presume from the ending that Sir Philip is planning more adventures in the future."
—Enid, Saratoga, USA
"The main character is extraordinary, and the story is so exciting that I can't put the book down. Since the writing is good and the story flow is very smooth, I recommend this book to all mystery readers."
—Chi-Pang, Hong Kong, China
—Lorna, Melbourne, Australia
"Great work! The plot kept moving, and the characters were interesting. I also liked the historical background and your psychological insights."
—Abby, San Francisco, USA
"Once I started reading your book, I didn't want to stop. Keep up the good work!"
—Betty, Ann Arbor, USA
"Congratulations to the author and Sir Philip Wild. I read the book with interest and enjoyed it. I presume from the ending that Sir Philip is planning more adventures in the future."
—Enid, Saratoga, USA
"The main character is extraordinary, and the story is so exciting that I can't put the book down. Since the writing is good and the story flow is very smooth, I recommend this book to all mystery readers."
—Chi-Pang, Hong Kong, China
An Excerpt from "Sir Philip Wild and the Emerald Necklace"
Prologue
Amy Leacock knew she was doomed as the emerald necklace tightened on her throat like a serpent around her neck. For an eternal second, she watched a green fire engulf her with a war-torn Burma flashing through her impassive mind. She saw the explosion of the bombs, the dispirited prisoners of war in the menacing camp, the mesmerizing glow in a hollow wood block, and the dubious gaze from a pair of naive brown eyes.
She took one last gasp for air before her body collapsed while the heinous hands of a shadow ripped the emerald necklace off her neck. She fell backward on her red satin ball gown, her arms crashed over the flagstone floor, her diamond-encrusted watch stopped with her heartbeat. She lay silent under the Christmas tree.
Ten minutes later, a lean figure pitched an object to the center of a frozen lake with such violence that it spiraled up in the air before plummeted through the ice.
The figure jumped inside a sport car and its engine roared into life. The car rocketed up the dark mountain, turned off from a junction to a private road, and glided past a garage door at the back of a baronial castle. Within seconds, scream and loud voices broke out, and the castle lit up like fireworks.
Copyright © 2005 by Miranda Windle
Amy Leacock knew she was doomed as the emerald necklace tightened on her throat like a serpent around her neck. For an eternal second, she watched a green fire engulf her with a war-torn Burma flashing through her impassive mind. She saw the explosion of the bombs, the dispirited prisoners of war in the menacing camp, the mesmerizing glow in a hollow wood block, and the dubious gaze from a pair of naive brown eyes.
She took one last gasp for air before her body collapsed while the heinous hands of a shadow ripped the emerald necklace off her neck. She fell backward on her red satin ball gown, her arms crashed over the flagstone floor, her diamond-encrusted watch stopped with her heartbeat. She lay silent under the Christmas tree.
Ten minutes later, a lean figure pitched an object to the center of a frozen lake with such violence that it spiraled up in the air before plummeted through the ice.
The figure jumped inside a sport car and its engine roared into life. The car rocketed up the dark mountain, turned off from a junction to a private road, and glided past a garage door at the back of a baronial castle. Within seconds, scream and loud voices broke out, and the castle lit up like fireworks.
Copyright © 2005 by Miranda Windle
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