Introduction

The Emissary is no ordinary soul. He is the reincarnation of Marcus, born 13,000 years ago during a Golden Age. Since then Marcus has been reincarnated an exhausting number of times and suffers from his past life memory. Through it all, his purpose remains clear – to guide mankind in its evolution and to reunite with his soulmate Theron, but evil always stands in his way. Marcus’s enemy Helghul is possessed by a dark entity. Helghul relentlessly pursues Marcus and Theron through time, determined to destroy them and ruin all hope for salvation.

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Chapter 1

The Weary Traveler

Present day, Seattle, Washington

Quinn had been reincarnated an exhausting number of times. How many lives had he lived? He could hardly count them. Over the past thirteen thousand years, he had lived through a Golden Age, descended into a Silver Age and a Bronze Age, and then agonized as humanity declined, into the brutal Iron Age. Plato had called it the “Great Year,” and Quinn knew the ancient concept well. Roughly every twenty-six thousand years, the tilted Earth rotated once on its axis, and within that time period there was a rise and fall of consciousness on the planet. Quinn carefully watched the precession of the equinoxes, charting the four Ages of the Great Year Cycle. The star constellations

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were a cosmic clock, and he had mapped them in all his lifetimes, awaiting a worldwide awakening. Throughout the Ages, he had been embroiled in the messy, fickle aspects of life: living, dying, and living again. He had suffered more than most, but unlike other people, Quinn understood why he’d suffered. Still, he longed for a time when all misery would end. Quinn was different from the rest of humanity; he was special—one of the chosen—but his connection to his purpose was waning. He spent hours every day tracking other Atitalans—Emissaries like himself from the ancient land. They had been sent to guide humankind in its evolution; and many were healers, musicians, scientists, artists, and teachers. They were the way- showers, laying clues for those who would reawaken as the Great Year ascended once again. He clung to the hope that the most difficult time in his obligation was over, give or take a few hundred years. Emissaries glowed with a distinct indigo shine that set them apart from the auras of other people and differentiated them like fingerprints. He could never identify fellow Emissaries for certain until he saw them in person, because shine was rarely captured in photos and video. If the karmic code did show up, the shot was usually discarded as overexposed. In person, however, even though their bodies and faces were changed, Quinn could recognize his fellow Atitalans immediately. Seeing shine was no special skill—he just knew what to look for. In the Dark Age, the human brain rejected 90 percent of what the eyes saw, but Quinn knew how to see. The Emissary rubbed his forehead with the back of his thumb, ruffling his messy black hair. He lit a joint and searched the night sky. He took a few puffs. It helped to slow the constantly spinning filmstrip of his mind. He brushed a flake of ash from his Lenny Kravitz T-shirt and opened the window a crack, exhaling into the cool Pacific Northwest evening. The bachelor rented a small apartment in the outer suburbs of Seattle. The forested hills and fields filled him with peace. He

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watched a bulbous black spider outside his window repair its web. He had watched it climb—trap and mend, over and over, up and down the delicate grid. Quinn observed the microcosm and knew it was a model for understanding the universe: create, destroy, repeat. He felt stuck, like a fly trapped and bound in the most dense and sticky time of the Great Year Cycle. He reminded himself it wouldn’t always be like this . . . it hadn’t always been like this. Philosophy, exploration, rebellion—Quinn had done it all, but now he was tired of trying so hard. He was an old soul and was weighed down by the memories of all his lives before. He pushed away the voice reminding him that lessons remained to be learned. He had to rise up, in spite of the Age. At fifteen, Quinn had moved in with his bachelor uncle when his mom, a single parent, had been killed in an auto accident. Barely a decade older than his nephew, the man was ill prepared to deal with a child, and by seventeen, Quinn was on his own. Now turning forty-five, sex was easy but love eluded him. He had no girlfriend, no wife. He had only his buddy Nate and a few casual friends. The blogger had chosen a career that kept him anonymous and in the background. Though his blog had a huge following, he warily avoided recognition and notoriety, ever on the lookout for his adversary, Helghul. Helghul had shine too, but unlike the Emissaries’ shine, his appeared as a dark shadow around him, flowing with wicked intentions. The television flickered, and after a moment, Quinn snapped it off in disgust. He tossed the remote onto the chaotic pile of multilanguage newspapers and books that buried his sofa. Gossip and propaganda were pasted like wallpaper over the truths that begged for attention underneath. Fear-mongering egos monopolized the information feed, and consumers ate it up and grew fat on it, ever hungry for more. Dark souls absorbed the spotlight, and chaos had overtaken the planet, but the Emissary knew that suffering had a way of waking the soul. Thousands of years earlier, in Atitala, Quinn’s name had been Marcus, and his Marcus-brain—a deep, ancient consciousness—was

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awake within him, constantly guiding, educating, and urging him to duty. As the world and humanity continued to falter and crumble around him, he had to rebuild and set an example. In his lifetime as Quinn, he felt sadly inadequate. He assumed that the other Emissaries were active and contributing. He was confident that they were not sedentary, disgruntled, and stoned. They don’t have past-life memories tormenting them, Quinn justified to himself, though he knew he wouldn’t give up his memories, even if he could. He took a hard, final drag of his tiny roach. What the hell am I doing with all my memories? Suffering, he thought as he flicked the dying ember and dropped the scrap in a soda can. A frown turned the corners of his mouth, and deep furrows carved his handsome brow. Fatigue caused an ache in his back and neck. It was literally the weight of the world on his shoulders, a world that didn’t own its shit. The Emissary positioned himself in front of his keyboard and began typing his blog. He was determined to reach the public in a way they would welcome. He trusted that his words would reach those who needed it. Hopefully, he was contributing to the ever-evolving collective consciousness. His compulsion to expose humankind to the truths surrounding them would not be denied. Quinn had tried to ignore the obligation that dogged him. In this life, as in all his lives, he had traveled the world searching for an elusive spirit, one he loved deeply beyond all others. Despite his searching, Theron had not been found—not this time, not yet. view abbreviated excerpt only...

Discussion Questions

1. Do you believe that reincarnation is real? If it is, would you want to remember your past lives? Why or Why not?
2. There are many kinds of love presented to us: romantic, parental, platonic. Do you think there is one that is stronger or more valuable than others? Why or why not?
3. Though life was difficult in the time of Sartaña it was also simpler in many ways. If you could choose any era or Age to be born into what would you choose and why?
4. In The Emissary there is a character called Black Elder. This Elder is called upon to bring chaos and discord to the world. What are your beliefs about good and evil? Do they exist? Can people change?
5. During a dark ceremony Helghul calls upon an entity, the Beast, to join with his soul. There have always been stories and folklore that speak of possession, ghosts and spirits. What are your thoughts on the supernatural?
6.There are theories that life on Earth was once more advanced than currently taught in schools. If information comes to the forefront confirming these theories do you think society will be open to embracing a new view of world history? Why or Why not?
7. The co-authors of The One Great Series are a husband and wife writing team. Do you think you could work full time every day with your significant other or best friend?

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