$20 B&N Gift Card Giveaway: The End of the Magi By Patrick W. Carr
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Centuries before the magi arrived in Bethlehem,
a prophecy sets a young magus on his path . . .
Following his vision of the coming Messiah, the prophet Daniel calls forth a select group of men who will count down the calendar until the arrival of Israel’s promised king. Centuries later, as the day draws near, Myrad, a young magi acolyte, flees for his life when his adoptive father and others are slain by a ruthless Parthian queen.
Equipped with very little, in haste Myrad escapes the city and, searching for a way to hide from the soldiers scouring the trade routes, tries to join the caravan of the merchant Walagash. The merchant senses that Myrad is keeping secrets, but when the young man proves himself a valuable asset, an epic journey filled with peril, near captures, and dangerous battles begins.
With every day that passes, the calendar creeps closer to the coming Messiah. And over everything shines the dream of a star that Myrad can’t forget, and the promise that the world will never be the same.
Praise for the Book
“Carr retells the story of the Magi in this bustling biblical adventure . . . . Myrad’s divine vision of the star and his arduous trek battling his own physical problems to pay homage to the Messiah capture the majesty of biblical narratives and will appeal to Christians well versed in scripture.”–Publishers Weekly
“Patrick Carr brings us a captivating tale in The End of the Magi. Based on the Holy Bible, he weaves a fictional tale of the adventures of a group of magi from the east looking for the Messiah. Myrad is a strong main character even though he doesn’t see himself as strong. He has great character traits and these help him find triumph over tragedy. . . . The End of the Magi is a great holiday read and gives us much to think about in our journey to know God better.”–Fresh Fiction
Excerpt: Chapter 5, pages 51-53
The riders’ approach ate at the distance to the caravan. Myrad’s lungs constricted, and motes of black filled his vision. The caravan crested a hill, blocking them from the sight of the soldiers, and he kicked his horse into a gallop. But instead of fleeing, he reined in a moment later beside the merchant. “There are men coming, soldiers looking for me. If you hide me, I will pay you.”
Walagash’s face clouded. “No. Whatever trouble you have is yours to face. If I am caught hiding you, your troubles become mine.”
Myrad’s thoughts fragmented and scattered as the need to flee flooded through him. “Then don’t hide me,” he blurted. “Trade with me.”
The merchant’s brows rose, and the hint of a smile tugged at his mouth. “What sort of trade do you propose?”
“I need a pair of boots. I’ll pay.”
“Indeed?” The merchant smiled in earnest. “I’m intrigued. Aban!”
The guard rode forward at a gallop. Walagash gestured toward Myrad. “My fellow traveler here has a sudden, and I’m guessing a quite pressing, need for a pair of boots. I judge the two of you to be of a size. Are you interested in selling your spare pair?”
Aban nodded. “They’re my second favorite pair, so I’m not sure he could offer me a price that—”
Myrad yanked open his purse and pulled out a gold aureus, a coin worth twenty-five silver denarii. “Here.”
Aban’s eyes widened. “Sold.” He rummaged through the pack on the back of his horse, then turned to hand Myrad a worn pair of leather boots, pointed at the toes in the style of Parthian horsemen.
Walagash waved toward the rear. “You have your trade. Now drop back, away from my caravan.”
Myrad reined in his horse, removed his sandals, and hid them in his bag. The caravan passed by him as he jammed the left boot onto his foot. Yet the right boot refused to slip over the ruin of his clubfoot. He grabbed the sides and pulled harder, but neither the boot nor his foot yielded.
The last of the camels walked past him. As the guards approached on their horses, Aban leaned toward him. “You have two minutes, perhaps three before the soldiers crest the rise behind us.”
A panicked sob burst from Myrad. Think! What did the soldiers need to see?
He pulled a tunic from his pack and cut the sleeves from it. These he stuffed into the boot, filling it. Then he took his dagger and cut a slit from the inside hem of his right trouser leg up to the knee. He tied the stuffed boot with string so that it hung from his knee. He shoved his leg beneath the riding blanket, rumpling it to disguise its presence. He bent to tuck the loose ends of his trouser leg around the boot just before the soldiers crested the rise behind him.
He found himself a few dozen paces behind the caravan. Out of pity or concern, Walagash pulled the guards from the rear, leaving him isolated, perhaps to create the illusion Myrad was the sole guard assigned there.
As the guards drew close, Myrad spared a single glance toward them—no more or less than he supposed a caravan guard would do—before he let his gaze sweep over the scenery, trying to adopt an air of bored indifference. His pulse hammered in his ears.
About the Author
Patrick W. Carr is the author of the acclaimed fantasy series The Staff and the Sword. A Cast of Stones won the 2014 Carol Award for Speculative Fiction and the 2014 Clive Staples Award. A Cast of Stones and The Hero’s Lot were both finalists for 2014 Christy Awards. He teaches high school math and makes his home in Nashville, Tennessee, with his incredible wife, Mary, and their four sons.
– One winner will receive a print copy of The End of the Magi and a $20 B&N gift card
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– Ends November 29, 2019