Dark Storm Rising

About the Book

Dark Storm Rising In this sequel to The Third Cloud, Michael McCloskey was returned into action by the order of the highest authority. While Michael is facing the loss of a loved one, Michelle N. Damus, a beautiful young French woman is having visions that send her to the Vatican in Rome to meet Pope John Joseph in a private audience. During the day of the pope’s first official visit to the USA, where Michelle also accompanies him, the newly elected president of the United States, Edward Trumpton, announces a new law that he signed that very morning, taking all the rights away from the country’s Muslim population to worship and to own businesses and forcing them to wear special identifications. As the president unleashes the first part of his plan, the Israeli Mossad discovers that four nuclear warheads were sold to a new Islamic terrorist organization who wants the pope in exchange for defusing the warheads. When during a meeting, the pope disagrees with President Trumpton, all hell broke loose, and it starts with the attempt to kidnap and/or to kill the pope, who barely escapes. After the first two nuclear explosions, there is no doubt that President Trumpton is the Antichrist that was feared of coming, and that he has even bigger plans for global domination at any cost. The group, which includes Michael’s father and friend, Robert Powers and Timothy Mattheson, and General Ofarim, an Israeli officer with Michelle, must focus on preventing a worldwide disaster that includes the plagues of Egypt. As Michelle and Michael began to develop feelings for each other, Michael forces himself to concentrate on the mission that was bestowed upon him from the highest authority through a messenger, even if it means sacrificing his own life in the process.

About the Author

I came into this troubled world during the early morning hours of June 17, 1950, in the city of Budapest, Hungary. I was the first and last child of my forty-one-year-old mother and forty-five-year-old father at the time of my birth. As I did not know any better, I could not possibly understand that we were living in poverty as I was growing up with loving parents and there was always a bite to eat. My childhood was poor and saddened with tragedies. As a six-year-old child, I witnessed the bloody 1956 revolution and received the first taste of true prejudice by those of whom I thought liked us yet turned against my family. That tragedy did not match the untimely death of my beloved father when I was not yet seven years old on February 14, 1957. My mother remarried in 1959, and our financial situation was upgraded from poverty to poor. After finishing elementary school, I made a decision to earn money as soon as possible to ease our financial situation, and I enrolled in a two-year business college (high school diploma was not required). I began working as a sixteen-year-old certified secretary/bookkeeper. During the same period I began my high school education, which I completed while working full-time and attending night school. I discovered my love for writing when I was eleven years old after a movie that my childhood friend and I saw in the movie theater. We were not pleased with the ending, and Steven suggested that I should write a different ending that we both liked. Voila, a writer was born. With my family’s encouragement, I entered a writing contest given by a youth-oriented magazine, and to my genuine surprise, I won second price. My desire to live in a free country and to improve my life was so great that in 1972, leaving everything, including my aging parents behind, I managed to escape from Hungary during a tour to Austria then Yugoslavia and Italy. I spent almost ten long months in a rat-infested refugee camp, located in Capua, Italy, while I waited for official permission to immigrate to the country of my dreams: the USA. In 1975, I met and married a wonderful man, my husband, Guy. Thanks to his everlasting patience, he assisted me in my task of learning the English language. He is truly my partner for life, and I remain forever grateful to him for standing by me in some tough times. It is difficult for me to describe my love for writing. I cannot think of a bigger emotional joy for an author than to see a published novel in somebody’s hand and to see a story come alive on the screen. I yearn to experience that joy.