The Death Master Chronicles : Book Four, the Identity (First Edition)

R. C. Beale

ISBN 10: 1496904443 / ISBN 13: 9781496904447

Editore: Authorhouse, 2014

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nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - Edwin stood on the bank for a long while watching the elder gentleman splash in the water. He waited patiently for some time, hoping the old man would return to the edge of the stream to reclaim the tunic lying on the rocks. Finally, he realized the old monk was waiting to see if this newcomer would enter the cold stream to join him. Edwin gritted his teeth and removed all his clothing except for a loincloth and stepped slowly into the cold water. He sucked in his breath quickly, as the cold was immediate; piercing him to the bone as he moved forward into the stream. He finally reached the old man and voiced an incoherent hello in a Tibetan dialect. There was no reply and the oldster turned toward the bank and the clothing; ignoring Edwin; giving no indication he'd heard his words. Rasske called out again as the old man slowly continued his way among the boulders toward the bank to reclaim his tunic. Finally, he splashed and stumbled to reach the old monk and grasped his arm and cried out, 'Old man, please do not walk away from me. I have travelled halfway across the world to find you and to learn truth from you. Please,' he begged, teeth chattering uncontrollably from the penetrating coldness of the water. The aged monk turned swiftly and grasped Edwin by the nape of the neck in a fierce grip, forcing his head under the water of the stream. As he thrashed about in the water, he could not break the grip of steel. Soon his life flashed before his eyes and he could feel his life ebbing away. The old man loosened the hold on his neck and held Edwin's head up as he retched and gagged for air.

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• Titolo: The Death Master Chronicles : Book Four, the Identity (First Edition)
• Editore: Authorhouse
• Data di pubblicazione: 2014
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 1496904443
• ISBN 13: 9781496904447
• Rilegatura: Taschenbuch
• Condizione: Neu
• Dimensioni: 229 L x 152 A x 12 P (millimetri) 229 millimetri di larghezza per 152 millimetri di altezza per 12 millimetri di profondità
• Peso: 336 grammi

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Riassunto

Edwin stood on the bank for a long while watching the elder gentleman splash in the water. He waited patiently for some time, hoping the old man would return to the edge of the stream to reclaim the tunic lying on the rocks. Finally, he realized the old monk was waiting to see if this newcomer would enter the cold stream to join him. Edwin gritted his teeth and removed all his clothing except for a loincloth and stepped slowly into the cold water. He sucked in his breath quickly, as the cold was immediate; piercing him to the bone as he moved forward into the stream. He finally reached the old man and voiced an incoherent hello in a Tibetan dialect. There was no reply and the oldster turned toward the bank and the clothing; ignoring Edwin; giving no indication he'd heard his words. Rasske called out again as the old man slowly continued his way among the boulders toward the bank to reclaim his tunic. Finally, he splashed and stumbled to reach the old monk and grasped his arm and cried out, "Old man, please do not walk away from me. I have travelled halfway across the world to find you and to learn truth from you. Please" he begged, teeth chattering uncontrollably from the penetrating coldness of the water. The aged monk turned swiftly and grasped Edwin by the nape of the neck in a fierce grip, forcing his head under the water of the stream. As he thrashed about in the water, he could not break the grip of steel. Soon his life flashed before his eyes and he could feel his life ebbing away. The old man loosened the hold on his neck and held Edwin's head up as he retched and gagged for air . . . . . . .

L'autore

The author first became acquainted with the Death Master regimen in the US Marine Corps. In boot camp one day, while playing hand games with a fellow recruit, an observant drill instructor asked the author to accompany him to see the company commander. The D.I. told the Colonel, "This kid from Idaho has the fastest hands I think I've ever seen" The commander asked the author to perform a few tests and then asked, "How would you like to train to be a Death Master" The author had never heard the term and asked, "What in the world is that" The commander replied, "The Marine Corps takes promising candidates and train them to kill people with their bare hands, which is nothing new. But in this instance, you would be trained to end a life and the victim would die a silent death. No noise. It would be exercised in very secret operations where a weapon cannot be used. The author consented to the training, but never had the privilege of finishing it. The Marine Corps decided they did not need the expertise any longer since the Korean War was now over. Some time later the author was medically discharged from the Marines because of a service aggravated disability. He has always been fascinated with the idea of this expertise and has devoted the better part of forty five years researching it. Research has shown it is a concept almost 8,000 years old and comes from the Assamese culture, not the Shaolin Temple. The concept has been incorporated into these works of historical fiction to tell a story of what possibly, "could have been" The author has been asked on several occasions about whether any of the content of these books refers to him in particular. The only thing the author can truthfully say is that there is a large part of him and the way he grew up in these pages. Enough said. R.C. Beale