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KNIGHTLIGHT by M. D. Rossi

KNIGHTLIGHT

Prelude to the Dark Messiah - Book One

by M. D. Rossi

Pub Date: April 26th, 2013
ISBN: 978-1452572222
Publisher: BalboaPress

This bold Christian thriller sees a covert organization go to war against the supernatural.

In 1994, Dominic “Nick” Moreau’s wife and child were killed by what he described as a werewolf. The authorities, though, believed him to be the true murderer and locked him up. Enter Christopher Griffin, who interviewed Nick in prison, posing as an FBI agent, and explained his work for Knightlight—a group in God’s service that battles supernatural evil. Griffin invited Nick—himself a dedicated Christian with military experience—to join. Now codenamed Rock, Nick leads a Trinity squad that eliminates vampires, werewolves and other demonic hybrids fallen from God’s grace. Rock’s latest mission involves investigating Malcolm Carson, a famous sasquatch hunter who has assembled a massive hunting party to find his quarry in Montgomery County, Ind. The area has suffered a rash of grisly slayings that remind Rock of the beast that killed his family. Responsible for the chaos is Darlene, the mild-mannered leader of a satanic cult who helps foment the darkness that’s been brewing since Israel became a nation in 1947. Rock’s squad intends to shine a light on Darlene while protecting the misguided Carson and his lovely daughter, Crystal. Debut author Rossi brings clean action and humor to the adventure, which occasionally pops with one-liners: “Whatever Hell spat out, Knightlight was there to engage and return to its pit.” But much of the prose can be stilted: “The broad-brimmed hat that covered his head had absorbed much sweat in the heat of the day and was finally drying in the slight night breeze of the still very warm evening.” The largest problems, though, are the defensive political screeds that interrupt the narrative. For instance, a discussion on terrorism is full of bolded, italicized phrases, such as: “Freedom itself was shamed that day.” There’s also a tendency toward intellectual blandness, culminating in the line: “Artists, Crystal thought, who can understand them?”

This thriller can’t decide if it wants to entertain or convert.