In Divine Murder, “Ordog apparently realized it missed these easy human targets and they weren’t crushed dead under its foot. It spied them running toward a door in the near wall. But before the beast struck again, Ahriman sprinted from the computer area and leaped on the monster’s ankle. ”
The characters of Ordog and Ahriman originally came from myths of two different cultures. Both characterize evil in the world and are very similar to the Christian Satan.
Ordog controls the dark and evil forces of the mythological world in Hungarian folklore. He shifts shapes to meet his long-term goal of collecting as many souls as he can. Wikipedia describes Ordog as a “humanoid with the upper torso of a human male and the lower portions of a goat. He is pitch black with cloven hooves, ram-like horns and a long tale. He carries a pitchfork.” Ordog often shifts into the shape of a fox, a flame or a shepherd when coming into the human world to trick souls.
Ahriman brings chaos, death and disease into the world according to Persian mythology. He was the god of evil and darkness in Persia and the ancient religion Zoroastrianism. Ahriman pushes the negative emotions including anger, greed and envy. Demons followed him and did his bidding. Ahriman desired the destruction of humans through their own harmful emotions.
Divine Murder: A theological science fiction/fantasy
Divine Murder: A theological science fiction/fantasy
A theological science fiction/fantasy. Experience the most sinister plot in the history of humanity – fanatics discover how to physically murder God. A search for God by going to the opposite extreme.
About the Book
Ward Kelley’s first novel is a deliriously inventive theological thriller. It’s sassy, intelligent, charming and phantasmagorical. – Tony Grist, New Hope International
Divine Murder is a fascinating look into humanity’s relationship with God and its own destiny. – Elizabeth Burton, The Blue Iris Journal
Ward Kelley’s Divine Murder is a playground for temptation and a test of moral cues. – Janet I. Buck, author of Calamity’s Quilt
One of the most interesting books I’ve read in a long time. Like all great epics, it deserves the big screen. – David M. Jackson, Artvilla
Movie People Where Are You
This adventure is a descent into the bowels of the earth. Philosophy meets adventure. One of the most interesting books I've read in a long time. Like all great epics it deserves the big screen. The words great literature comes to mind. Before that scares you off, I'll use some other words, great story, wonderful adventure. This book has everything you'd expect to pop up if you were on your way to meeting God while still alive. Beautiful and sexy spirits and demons who bring joy, horror and a great chase, all with the trappings of fine writing. Movie people where are you? Why do we have to wait so long for the great ones to be noticed?
– David M. Jackson
5.0 out of 5 starsMove Over Tolkien: A Review of Kelley's Divine Murder
Ward Kelley's Divine Murder is an odyssey on a par with Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. His style of examining circumstance and perpetuity and the graves we dig in terms of soul is a cross between C.S. Lewis and Dante, an engaging mix of speculation and inner truth. Kelley's poetic pen has an eroticism reminiscent of Nabokov, where scenery is more than scenery. It is a playground for temptation and a test of moral cues.
Kelley opens the novel near the sea, travels through a veritable galaxy of emotion, and the reader falls in love with the complexity of both his protagonists and his villains. In Divine Murder, you will meet both the devil and the god, the beams of light and the complex shades of darkness, but they are at times indistinguishable, and rightly so. It's the reader's job to intuit and draw the line, which adds nothing but fascination to the experience of reading this book. Science fiction has never seen such a startling command of both the earthly and the imaginative.
– Janet I. Buck
A Compelling, Haunting Tale from Ward Kelley
DIVINE MURDER draws the reader ever deeper into a spellbinding web of mystery. It is sheer escapism yet with a disturbing plausiblility and philosophical logic underpinning each strange twist of the tale. The two central characters are well-developed, especially Zoe, who is a
strong and resourceful woman, always one jump ahead of her husband in
unravelling the truth behind everything that happens on her journey with him.
I thoroughly recommend this compelling story concerning the divine, the
diabolical and the struggles of two mortals to discover their momentous
– Sara L Russell
As I rummaged through notes I made 15 years ago, I came across some I made about the inventor of the Dewey decimal System. Where this might appear odd coming from a poet, I think you might agree this note overflows with the essence of poetry. See what you think:
Jesus & the Buddha
Melvil Dewey (1851-1931), the author of the Dewey Decimal Systems – which reformed the classification efforts of libraries during the late 19th century – got the idea for his system while listening to a sermon in church in 1873, then hurried home to format it by imagining what questions a prehistoric man would have about his life: 100-199 “Who am I? (philosophy and psychology); 200-299 “Who made me?” (religion and theology); 300-399 “Who is the man in the next cave?” (social science); 400-499 “How can I make that man understand me?” (language); 500-599 “How can I understand nature and the world around me?” (natural history and mathematics); 600-699 “How can I use what I know about the world?” (technology); 700-799 “How can I enjoy my leisure time?” (art and recreation); 800-899 “How can I give my children a record of man’s heroic thoughts and deeds?” (literature); 900-999 “How can I leave a record for men of the future?” (geography, biography and history).
Read Lyrics from “Jesus & the Buddha” song.
Annie Easily Unraveled
Pages rubbed away from my past,
a deft yearning to pick the correct thrust . . .
it matters greatly that I assume
a proper elegance, because any lie
can be acceptable if delivered
with a respectable decorum.
And pages always swirled down
the pathways of my life; I now understand
the only control I possess means sorting and re-sorting the past, those multicolored leaves meant
to decorate the various trails through history.
How does one construct an argument
uttered so precisely it will propound
the annals of correct acts by human beings?
This remains my obsession, perhaps my undoing,
as women like me can be easily unraveled
by the pheromone desire to survive into other centuries.
So if words can be slingshotted like tiny satellites
far into the future, carrying some cryptic pictogram
of the true intentions of the human race—
all our millions of desires simplified into a few
respectable drawings on newly discovered metal
alloys – if words can truly do this for me,
than it’s worth any effort
to elegantly pick through all these pages
and try to place some distinct order
on how I want to be remembered
in the teeming with all the other aspirants.
I suspect my ledger still balances favorably,
regardless of my current understanding.
Anne Sexton (1928-1974) was an American poet known for her unadulterated chronicling of intimate and socially taboo subjects. She won the Pulitzer in 1967 for “Love or Die,” and gave her answer to that title in 1974 with her death by her own hand. She once wrote of frequent drinking dates at the Ritz with Sylvia Plath: “Often, very often, Sylvia and I would talk at length about our first suicides; at length, in detail, and in depth between the free potato chips. Suicide is, after all, the opposite of a poem.”
Anne Sexton Quotes:
Live or die, But don’t poison everything.
Well, one gets out of bed and the planets dont always hiss or muck up the day, each day.
The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that’s saying a lot.
It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.
Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard.
I cannot promise very much. I give you the images I know. Lie still with me and watch. We laugh and we touch. I promise you love. Time will not take that away.
Faith Must Stay Alive
I saw it as a proof, an odd, awkward
proof, one as disabled as I myself became, but
but proof all the same, this odds-defying
fact that I am still alive after all my attempts
to un-cheat death, if you will.
Your faith in me has proved out,
as if all recipients of faith
must stay alive long enough to either
confirm or at last disprove the merits
of this trust . . . so now I can see it, this trust
you placed in me . . . and I finally realized
if I truly want to die, I must now admit
to myself what you have known
since our childhood.
John Henry Holliday (1851-1887), known throughout the West as Doc Holliday,was born in Georgia and educated as a dentist in Pennsylvania. Diagnosed with tuberculosis in 1873 and given only a half-year to live, he moved west, hoping to extend his life a few months in the dry climate. Already condemned to a slow, painful death, Holliday knew no fear in dangerous situations, and his fame grew; he teamed up with the Earp brothers during the gunfight at the O.K. Corral, and many historians place the amount of men he killed in the 30s. The only fellow Georgian Holliday continued to contact after he went west was his cousin, Mattie Holliday. Shortly after Doc contracted tuberculosis and left Georgia, Mattie too left their childhood world to become a Sister of Charity, entering an Atlanta convent. No correspondence between the two has survived, but it’s safe to say she had a profound impact on Doc, in that even though he had been raised a Presbyterian, it was revealed after his death at Glenwood Springs, Colorado, that he had recently been baptized in the Catholic faith.