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Evolved beyond the humans they resemble, the Desidaria fight for
their survival against an unamed organization dedicated to the
elimination of their species. In Heretical Rites, Pamela Renauld's
fame as a supermodel hides her Desidaria identity from the world,
but not from Matthew, the fallen pastor who believes the
extermination of her kind is the will of God.
Unknowingly, computer genius Evan Janzek finds himself between
these two adversaries when his amateur detective work leads him
on the search for the killer of a beautiful Harvard graduate student.
Solving her murder may have consequences Evan could never have
imagined, as he reluctantly navigates in a world where more than
his life is at stake.
their survival against an unamed organization dedicated to the
elimination of their species. In Heretical Rites, Pamela Renauld's
fame as a supermodel hides her Desidaria identity from the world,
but not from Matthew, the fallen pastor who believes the
extermination of her kind is the will of God.
Unknowingly, computer genius Evan Janzek finds himself between
these two adversaries when his amateur detective work leads him
on the search for the killer of a beautiful Harvard graduate student.
Solving her murder may have consequences Evan could never have
imagined, as he reluctantly navigates in a world where more than
his life is at stake.
All rights reserved. Copyright ©2009, Larry Hamm
Something was going terribly wrong.
Lying naked on his back, the young woman’s knees clutching his ribs, her thighs rubbing the ridge of his hips, Bryan
had gasped to feel the pull of her body as she entombed his erection. Her small breasts pointed downward at him, and
he had reached his hands toward them, but the intensity removed the strength from his arms and they had fallen
limply to his sides. She hung her head over his, the relishing joy in her face as her mouth twisted its smile from
innocent to diabolical and then settled on an expression of bliss.
Their casual late morning meeting as he went to get the paper had seemed like destiny, her seduction a pleasingly
light dessert after the previous evening with Pamela. Yet now he knew, and now he recognized his mistake.
She had flirted, then yielded so easily that he had been caught up in his seemingly limitless power over women, a
power to walk into a mini-mart and walk out with a newspaper, a candy bar, and this wisp of a brunette. When they
walked together, teasingly touching, toward his apartment, he’d felt capable of winning and subduing any woman, and
he scanned the streets hoping that others could see what he imagined as the tangible force of his will. He had almost
been disappointed to disappear inside the building with her.
In his apartment, as they’d begun to undress, her lithe body unveiling itself to him, he’d imagined her delicate and
breakable and believed he’d glimpsed fear and longing in her eyes.
Instead, he had seen his own fate.
Pushing her playfully onto the bed, he had enjoyed her gasp as he penetrated her and loved his own loss of decorum
when he bit her shoulder, an act he couldn’t have performed with Pamela the night before. It was as if this woman was
a doll, and she giggled and sighed like one.
But then she changed, and control left him immediately, not waiting or warning, and his body and head spun and he
found himself beneath her.
And this was not all that wasn’t in its proper location.
Staring upward to the place where her face had been, he realized his power had been a mirage, his existence an
illusion. The eager mischievous woman dissolved, and in her place was an awareness unlike any he’d ever known.
And he wondered, in that fleeting way that wonderment takes place, if he had ever been aware at all.
There was a reflection of his past that floated in front of him, a woman’s alluring shape that became his mother, his
father’s embrace after an eighth grade basketball game, his cousin Shelley touching him and the sensation and
surprise of his first orgasm, but even as he deciphered the inaccuracy of these images they became brittle lithographs
and broke into thousands of pieces, the form above overtaking them.
His memory anxiously sought a female image for that which held him, but it failed and he was suddenly beyond
memory, beyond experience. Within the otherness before him was the undiscovered, and he had no choice but to
plunge into it.
Fragmented and yet complete, he felt voices and heard the bright lights that beckoned as simultaneously stationary
and moving, he advanced toward himself.
Motion became heat, but that heat had a temperature undefined. He was an explosion outward and inward, in one
sense, a molecule, in another, the universe. All parts of him equaled each other and marveling in the gravitational pull
that held them together, rejected that science only to feel that pull give way.
Each of him touched fingertips as they drifted apart, free falling into an omnipresent oblivion.
With this detachment he was unbound, and his thoughts no longer formed words but came to him as pure emotion, an
impetus of longing and being held back only by the momentary tug of his life’s inertia.
Then, a primal scream made up of unfamiliar vowels echoed within him, the sound coming from a distant source as he
felt his body pull away, recede.
Smaller measurements than microseconds became ages and there was once more the needlessness of time.
Lying naked on his back, the young woman’s knees clutching his ribs, her thighs rubbing the ridge of his hips, Bryan
had gasped to feel the pull of her body as she entombed his erection. Her small breasts pointed downward at him, and
he had reached his hands toward them, but the intensity removed the strength from his arms and they had fallen
limply to his sides. She hung her head over his, the relishing joy in her face as her mouth twisted its smile from
innocent to diabolical and then settled on an expression of bliss.
Their casual late morning meeting as he went to get the paper had seemed like destiny, her seduction a pleasingly
light dessert after the previous evening with Pamela. Yet now he knew, and now he recognized his mistake.
She had flirted, then yielded so easily that he had been caught up in his seemingly limitless power over women, a
power to walk into a mini-mart and walk out with a newspaper, a candy bar, and this wisp of a brunette. When they
walked together, teasingly touching, toward his apartment, he’d felt capable of winning and subduing any woman, and
he scanned the streets hoping that others could see what he imagined as the tangible force of his will. He had almost
been disappointed to disappear inside the building with her.
In his apartment, as they’d begun to undress, her lithe body unveiling itself to him, he’d imagined her delicate and
breakable and believed he’d glimpsed fear and longing in her eyes.
Instead, he had seen his own fate.
Pushing her playfully onto the bed, he had enjoyed her gasp as he penetrated her and loved his own loss of decorum
when he bit her shoulder, an act he couldn’t have performed with Pamela the night before. It was as if this woman was
a doll, and she giggled and sighed like one.
But then she changed, and control left him immediately, not waiting or warning, and his body and head spun and he
found himself beneath her.
And this was not all that wasn’t in its proper location.
Staring upward to the place where her face had been, he realized his power had been a mirage, his existence an
illusion. The eager mischievous woman dissolved, and in her place was an awareness unlike any he’d ever known.
And he wondered, in that fleeting way that wonderment takes place, if he had ever been aware at all.
There was a reflection of his past that floated in front of him, a woman’s alluring shape that became his mother, his
father’s embrace after an eighth grade basketball game, his cousin Shelley touching him and the sensation and
surprise of his first orgasm, but even as he deciphered the inaccuracy of these images they became brittle lithographs
and broke into thousands of pieces, the form above overtaking them.
His memory anxiously sought a female image for that which held him, but it failed and he was suddenly beyond
memory, beyond experience. Within the otherness before him was the undiscovered, and he had no choice but to
plunge into it.
Fragmented and yet complete, he felt voices and heard the bright lights that beckoned as simultaneously stationary
and moving, he advanced toward himself.
Motion became heat, but that heat had a temperature undefined. He was an explosion outward and inward, in one
sense, a molecule, in another, the universe. All parts of him equaled each other and marveling in the gravitational pull
that held them together, rejected that science only to feel that pull give way.
Each of him touched fingertips as they drifted apart, free falling into an omnipresent oblivion.
With this detachment he was unbound, and his thoughts no longer formed words but came to him as pure emotion, an
impetus of longing and being held back only by the momentary tug of his life’s inertia.
Then, a primal scream made up of unfamiliar vowels echoed within him, the sound coming from a distant source as he
felt his body pull away, recede.
Smaller measurements than microseconds became ages and there was once more the needlessness of time.
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