Known Afterlife (The Provider Trilogy, Volume One) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Trey Copeland
nothing but benevolence for the rest of the world. A faith Vejax knew in his heart had to be flawed.
Vejax severed his link to the Mysticnet. Steffor must see the error in his ways. His loss today, to me, to my complete faith in the Provider, is the set back Steffor requires to realize his full potential. For once the young man aligned perfectly to the Provider, Vejax believed there would be no limitations to what his friend could achieve.
Chapter 2
Is it truly the solution, the missing and final piece? Will humanity finally advance to a new plane of consciousness?
These were the questions Stalling pondered the moment they first discovered the arboreal planet. Placing all trust into his proven intuition, he had bet everything —his empire, his existence, his very soul —that the answer to all of them was a resounding YES!
So why now, in the final moments before all was revealed, did he question his judgment? A lifetime of blind faith to this sixth sense, a consistent ability to listen to and act on his inner voice, ha d safely led Stalling to this very moment. The abrupt appearance of what others call doubt, a foreign state of mind for Stalling, was all the evidence he required to know something was not right. But what remained a mystery.
Stalling went back to studying the three-dimensional images projected on his link visor, knowing the answers resided somewhere within the data accumulated over the years about the strange planet. Snugly encapsulated in a sphere of blue skies and white clouds, the planet's surface was a diverse canopy comprised of colossal limbs, branches, stems, leaves and vegetation. The only perceptible land mass observed from outer space formed around the equator: a greenish-brown continent that divided the planet into two distinct hemispheres.
With h is sixth sense spinning like a clairvoyant compass, pointing to the ring of earth as the solution to his quandary, Stalling magnified his view and pulled up the latest readings on the mysterious energy that emanated from the area. Stalling pensively held his breath as he read and reread the report. Down 1.8%? That is not possible! Unless…
"Your two o'clock is prepared to sync. Are you ready?" his assistant's purposeful voice said over the audio feed of his link visor, breaking his train of thought.
Damn it, not now! If it were any other meeting, Stalling would have blown it off and stayed with his inquiry till a solution emerged. But such are the times we are in; this is all part of the plan, no turning back now.
"Stalling? Are you prepared to speak with Arc hbishop Clortison?" Margaret probed again, turning on video communications this time to appear in the left quadrant of his screen. He half met the attractive women's concerned eyes, refusing to move away from the planet’s image rotating in the center.
"Whe n have I ever not been?" He finally replied, beaming a confident smile.
"Wonderful," she said, a genuine look of relief washing over her face. "I'll make the connection. Good luck!"
Stalling reluctantly closed the planet visual and opened 'conference room 302': a drab, window-less, medium sized room with a long rectangular table, and waited for the other participants to take their places. Within seconds, seven individuals materialized in seats on the opposite end of the table. The person seated at the head of the table directly adjacent to Stalling was the only one receiving his attention, the other six sitting to the right or left of the man having no purpose at the meeting beyond the conveyance of power; a gesture utterly wasted on Stalling.
I guess old ha bits die hard , Stalling thought. In reality, the sight of the Archbishop's devoted followers by his side produced the opposite of its intended purpose, always giving Stalling an unexpected but welcome boost of confidence. It was a reminder of what Stalling had become: the most adept, and longest-living, adversary the Church of Salvation had run across in its entire
Vejax severed his link to the Mysticnet. Steffor must see the error in his ways. His loss today, to me, to my complete faith in the Provider, is the set back Steffor requires to realize his full potential. For once the young man aligned perfectly to the Provider, Vejax believed there would be no limitations to what his friend could achieve.
Chapter 2
Is it truly the solution, the missing and final piece? Will humanity finally advance to a new plane of consciousness?
These were the questions Stalling pondered the moment they first discovered the arboreal planet. Placing all trust into his proven intuition, he had bet everything —his empire, his existence, his very soul —that the answer to all of them was a resounding YES!
So why now, in the final moments before all was revealed, did he question his judgment? A lifetime of blind faith to this sixth sense, a consistent ability to listen to and act on his inner voice, ha d safely led Stalling to this very moment. The abrupt appearance of what others call doubt, a foreign state of mind for Stalling, was all the evidence he required to know something was not right. But what remained a mystery.
Stalling went back to studying the three-dimensional images projected on his link visor, knowing the answers resided somewhere within the data accumulated over the years about the strange planet. Snugly encapsulated in a sphere of blue skies and white clouds, the planet's surface was a diverse canopy comprised of colossal limbs, branches, stems, leaves and vegetation. The only perceptible land mass observed from outer space formed around the equator: a greenish-brown continent that divided the planet into two distinct hemispheres.
With h is sixth sense spinning like a clairvoyant compass, pointing to the ring of earth as the solution to his quandary, Stalling magnified his view and pulled up the latest readings on the mysterious energy that emanated from the area. Stalling pensively held his breath as he read and reread the report. Down 1.8%? That is not possible! Unless…
"Your two o'clock is prepared to sync. Are you ready?" his assistant's purposeful voice said over the audio feed of his link visor, breaking his train of thought.
Damn it, not now! If it were any other meeting, Stalling would have blown it off and stayed with his inquiry till a solution emerged. But such are the times we are in; this is all part of the plan, no turning back now.
"Stalling? Are you prepared to speak with Arc hbishop Clortison?" Margaret probed again, turning on video communications this time to appear in the left quadrant of his screen. He half met the attractive women's concerned eyes, refusing to move away from the planet’s image rotating in the center.
"Whe n have I ever not been?" He finally replied, beaming a confident smile.
"Wonderful," she said, a genuine look of relief washing over her face. "I'll make the connection. Good luck!"
Stalling reluctantly closed the planet visual and opened 'conference room 302': a drab, window-less, medium sized room with a long rectangular table, and waited for the other participants to take their places. Within seconds, seven individuals materialized in seats on the opposite end of the table. The person seated at the head of the table directly adjacent to Stalling was the only one receiving his attention, the other six sitting to the right or left of the man having no purpose at the meeting beyond the conveyance of power; a gesture utterly wasted on Stalling.
I guess old ha bits die hard , Stalling thought. In reality, the sight of the Archbishop's devoted followers by his side produced the opposite of its intended purpose, always giving Stalling an unexpected but welcome boost of confidence. It was a reminder of what Stalling had become: the most adept, and longest-living, adversary the Church of Salvation had run across in its entire
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