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SummaryLost Mission intertwines the stories of four people who have lost sight of their mission in life with a lost Spanish mission.
The Opposite of Art chronicles an artist's attempt to paint the glory of God that he glimpses during a near-death experience. StatsGenre: Adult magical realism (unexplained supernatural elements inserted into the contemporary real world)
Series length: Each book is a standalone. Violence: Low overall, with a couple of high moments, such as attempted murder (The Opposite of Art) and deadly fire (Lost Mission). Magic/Supernatural: Light, usually left unexplained, coming from outside of the characters. Romance: Little to none Christian/spiritual element: Strongly woven throughout. Recommendation: These are books for those who want something more literary in style and want something to make you think. You might like this book if you liked... The Life of Pi. |
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Let us begin the story of La Mision de Santa Dolores on the holy day of the three kings, in Italy, in Assisi. To commemorate his twentieth year among the Franciscan brothers, Fray Alejandro Tapia Valdez made a pilgrimage to his beloved San Francisco's humble chapel, the Porziuncola. For more than a week the friar prayed before the chapel's frescoes, rarely ceasing for food or sleep. But despite his lengthy praises and petitions, despite his passionate devotion to Almighty God, Fray Alejandro was a pragmatic man. He did not believe the rumor, common in his day, that the frescoes' perfection was beyond the ability of human hands. As we shall see, in time the friar would reconsider. |
Lost Mission
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Sirens called him from his dreams. When the racket stopped, he rose and crossed the little bedroom of his hotel suite to lean out into the night, trusting his life to the freezing wrought iron railing just beyond the window so he could gaze down into the alley where a couple of New York City's finest had thrown some guy against the bricks. Even from five floors up, even in the dark, Ridler recognized the lust for violence and the fear down there, but that was nothing compared to the play of the police car's lights on the wall across the alley. |
The Opposite of Art
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