Hand
of Miriam
A Bayla and the Golem Novel
By
Eva Gordon
Book Tagline: A Victorian world of supernatural
creatures, magnificent airships, a secret society, and one bluestocking
adventuress who, threatened by evil seeks protection by awakening the golem.
Book
Blurb:
On an
archaeological expedition, Bayla Gideon, is widowed
by a supernatural force and branded with the Hand of Miriam or Knowing
Eye. Threatened by evil, she awakens the golem; a mythical man of
clay, who protected the Jewish community over three centuries ago.
The
golem, Gesher, is surprised. Freedom –by a beautiful,
enchanting woman. His desire is to return to the celestial spheres and regain
his status as an avenging angel. Yet, Bayla challenges his mind, body and soul.
Would he risk his return to the heavens for her?
Besides,
dealing with the otherkind, mad
inventors and an unrelenting matchmaking aunt, Bayla is equally determined to
resist her steamy attraction to the striking fallen angel.
Thrust
into a malevolent war, which includes facing Jack the Ripper, they
must resist the magnetic pull toward each other, while protecting the world
from encroaching evil.
Note: Hand
of Miriam is Book 1 of a duology in Bayla and the Golem novels, which will
continue after Book 2, Her Majesty’s Witch, with the steampunk adventures of
other corseted but brainy members of the exclusive Bluestocking Adventuress
Club.
Bayla unlocked the Gemmatridon and held it as
instructed. The talismans on the cover shifted into gears that twisted in rapid
circles, and buzzed like irate bees while emitting light. Startled, she fumbled
with it. The box opened. Inside was a small
parchment. The instructions dictated that it be placed in the golem’s mouth.
She carefully removed the ancient scroll and with trembling hands set it in the
slit that had to be its mouth. Immediately, the parchment sunk in as if
swallowed by quicksand and vanished. The chamber shook as if an earthquake had
struck. She fell back still holding the box. Sitting sprawled on the floor, she
froze in terror. Thankfully, the tremor stopped.
A blinding bright light erupted from the crate
and the golem roared a deep menacing bellow from within.
Bayla
dropped the box. What have I done?
She closed her eyes from the blazing brightness and wrapped her arms and head
over her knees. Like a candle snuffed out, the light vanished. The golem’s
holler subsided into a grumbling moan, as if awakened from its slumber.
She
dared look. The golem sat in the crate. She suppressed a scream on seeing his
rigid red-stone face. He looked like a misshapen man made of hard red rock. An aleph was added in front of met. The Hebrew word for truth, emet, now inscribed on his forehead,
permitting it life. It slowly rose and stepped out. Tall, its square head
almost touched the ceiling. It wasn’t too monstrous in stature, perhaps
six-foot-seven, and within the range of human height. It blinked open gray eyes
and stared at her. His eyes were the only part that looked remotely human and
revealed his soul, by holding her gaze as if he knew her.
Bayla scooted back on her bottom but kept her
eyes on him. There was a connection, a warm bond that eased her fear. She
couldn’t read its thoughts. Was it because it had none?
The golem turned his head to the side and spoke
in a deep baritone voice, “You are a woman.”
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Eva has a BS in Zoology and graduate studies in Biology. She once taught high school Biology, Environmental Science and Anatomy/Physiology. When not in her den writing, she can be found at steampunk conventions, at work at the raptor rehabilitation center, wolf sanctuaries, or to satisfy her inner Hemingway on some global eco adventure.
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