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

THE VASE

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.




Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Second Son's Birthday

My second son, Michael is nine today. He’s a great kid. Smart, happy, creative, just like his dad and older brother. I’m so thankful every day for his health. It was a difficult birth for the little guy. My wife was in a long labor, and he wasn’t coming out. The doctors were worried. So was I. After inducing the delivery, he finally came out, but with the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck, not once, but twice over. The doctor unwrapped it right away, and put him in some lit up machine.

I left out a lot of details that added to the scariest day of my life, but I will cut to the point where he turned out fine, and I am so thankful that both of my sons are healthy, energetic, and happy little youngsters. Well, my oldest is 14. I suppose that’s still a youngster, but he’s not so little anymore! Even Michael is growing fast. Time sure flies. You know, that's worrisome, too!
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