Will iconic images recorded in the grooves of an ancient vase unite the Holy Land or rip it further apart?


A novel by Mark M. DeRobertis

Muhsin Muhabi is a Palestinian potter, descended from a long line of potters. His business is run from the same shop owned by his ancestors since the day his forebears moved to Nazareth. The region's conflict saw the death of his oldest son, and rogue terrorists are in the process of recruiting his youngest in their plot to assassinate the Pope and Israeli prime minister.

Professor Hiram Weiss is an art historian at Nazareth’s Bethel University. He is also a Shin Bet operative on special assignment. With the help of fellow agent, Captain Benny Mathias, he plans to destroy the gang responsible for the death of his wife and only child. He puts a bomb in the ancient vase he takes on loan from Muhsin’s Pottery Shop.

Mary Levin, the charming assistant to the director of Shin Bet, has lost a husband and most of her extended family to recurring wars and never-ending terrorism. She dedicates her life to the preservation of Israel, but to whom will she dedicate her heart? The brilliant professor from Bethel University? Or the gallant captain who now leads Kidon?

Harvey Holmes, the Sherlock of Haunted Houses, is a Hollywood TV host whose reality show just flopped. When a Lebanese restaurant owner requests his ghost-hunting services, he believes the opportunity will resurrect his career. All he has to do is exorcise the ghosts that are haunting the restaurant. It happens to be located right across the street from Muhsin’s Pottery Shop.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


There was a time the fields were green and water flowed so pure.
The air was smooth, the sun was bright and no one needed cure.
The days were fun and fickle girls would play and tease for more.
But since those days, disease prevailed with death and blood and gore.

From KILLER EYES, Book Two of the Trent Smith saga.

Yesterday, I started inserting verses from Trent Smith’s story. I think they sound better as poems, and I admit I got the idea from Robert E. Howard, who began each chapter of his first Conan story, Phoenix on the Sword, with a poem. I will never hope to approach any level of Howard’s talent, but I like the idea, and thought it might work for Trent Smith, introduced in my first novel, KILLER OF KILLERS.

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