The Flock — Ahmet Ümit

A man killed by a knife with a cross shaped hilt A Bible with passages stained by a man s blood A journey into the depths of this land from Istanbul to Anatolia into the ancient temples of ancient faiths A journey into Christianity s roots in Anatolia and a paean to the vanishing cultures of a land that was once home to ancient tribes The Assyrians the Nusayris the Greeks Turks Kurds and other peoples that turned this land into a country A spellbinding novel that explores the rich tapestry of cultures that make up this country A nasal burning odor woke him He knew this smell The smell of a church that had remained shut for years Of oil lamps crumbling stone corroded marble rotting wood tattered pages and moldering corpses He should have been horrified but he just gazed around He glimpsed a gently stirring black figure A formless vague shape A jet black silhouette He smiled at it Mor Gabriel he murmured The figure drew closer and as it approached it assumed human form A person in black A person who came up to him and whispered in his ear Do you know me Mor Gabriel he murmured again As the name Mor Gabriel spilled from his mouth he heard music Liturgical music coming from deep deep within A mumble of recurring passion in a language he didn t know the rhyme of a person in raptures Just then he noticed the cross A cross of silver As he tried to discern whether the man carried it in his hand or on his chest a flash of light split the emptiness in two He felt a stab of pain The light flashed again the pain disappeared and relief spread throughout his entire body Tanıtım Bülteninden

A man killed by a knife with a cross shaped hilt A Bible with passages stained by a man s blood A journey into the depths of this land from Istanbul to Anatolia into the ancient temples of ancient faiths A journey into Christianity s roots in Anatolia and a paean to the vanishing cultures of a land that was once home to ancient tribes The Assyrians the Nusayris the Greeks Turks Kurds and other peoples that turned this land into a country A spellbinding novel that explores the rich tapestry of cultures that make up this country A nasal burning odor woke him He knew this smell The smell of a church that had remained shut for years Of oil lamps crumbling stone corroded marble rotting wood tattered pages and moldering corpses He should have been horrified but he just gazed around He glimpsed a gently stirring black figure A formless vague shape A jet black silhouette He smiled at it Mor Gabriel he murmured The figure drew closer and as it approached it assumed human form A person in black A person who came up to him and whispered in his ear Do you know me Mor Gabriel he murmured again As the name Mor Gabriel spilled from his mouth he heard music Liturgical music coming from deep deep within A mumble of recurring passion in a language he didn t know the rhyme of a person in raptures Just then he noticed the cross A cross of silver As he tried to discern whether the man carried it in his hand or on his chest a flash of light split the emptiness in two He felt a stab of pain The light flashed again the pain disappeared and relief spread throughout his entire body

A man killed by a knife with a cross shaped hilt A Bible with passages stained by a man s blood A journey into the depths of this land from Istanbul to Anatolia into the ancient temples of ancient faiths A journey into Christianity s roots in Anatolia and a paean to the vanishing cultures of a land that was once home to ancient tribes The Assyrians the Nusayris the Greeks Turks Kurds and other peoples that turned this land into a country A spellbinding novel that explores the rich tapestry of cultures that make up this country A nasal burning odor woke him He knew this smell The smell of a church that had remained shut for years Of oil lamps crumbling stone corroded marble rotting wood tattered pages and moldering corpses He should have been horrified but he just gazed around He glimpsed a gently stirring black figure A formless vague shape A jet black silhouette He smiled at it Mor Gabriel he murmured The figure drew closer and as it approached it assumed human form A person in black A person who came up to him and whispered in his ear Do you know me Mor Gabriel he murmured again As the name Mor Gabriel spilled from his mouth he heard music Liturgical music coming from deep deep within A mumble of recurring passion in a language he didn t know the rhyme of a person in raptures Just then he noticed the cross A cross of silver As he tried to discern whether the man carried it in his hand or on his chest a flash of light split the emptiness in two He felt a stab of pain The light flashed again the pain disappeared and relief spread throughout his entire body

A man killed by a knife with a cross shaped hilt A Bible with passages stained by a man s blood A journey into the depths of this land from Istanbul to Anatolia into the ancient temples of ancient faiths A journey into Christianity s roots in Anatolia and a paean to the vanishing cultures of a land that was once home to ancient tribes The Assyrians the Nusayris the Greeks Turks Kurds and other peoples that turned this land into a country A spellbinding novel that explores the rich tapestry of cultures that make up this country A nasal burning odor woke him He knew this smell The smell of a church that had remained shut for years Of oil lamps crumbling stone corroded marble rotting wood tattered pages and moldering corpses He should have been horrified but he just gazed around He glimpsed a gently stirring black figure A formless vague shape A jet black silhouette He smiled at it Mor Gabriel he murmured The figure drew closer and as it approached it assumed human form A person in black A person who came up to him and whispered in his ear Do you know me Mor Gabriel he murmured again As the name Mor Gabriel spilled from his mouth he heard music Liturgical music coming from deep deep within A mumble of recurring passion in a language he didn t know the rhyme of a person in raptures Just then he noticed the cross A cross of silver As he tried to discern whether the man carried it in his hand or on his chest a flash of light split the emptiness in two He felt a stab of pain The light flashed again the pain disappeared and relief spread throughout his entire body Tanıtım Bülteninden