The Chosen Ones by Margery Miller-Mondragon
The
Chosen Ones
by
Margery Miller-Mondragon
Genre:
Medical Thriller
New
Thriller has Sharp Medical/Political Edge
Readers
who love smart thrillers won’t want to miss The Chosen Ones –
Thy Will Be Done, written by author Margery Miller Mon-Dragon.
Set in the high-intensity and politically diverse area of Washington,
D.C., this clever new release hits the mark for suspense, action and
social commentary – exploring the question of why we seem to be
failing to engage in reasonable advances in medicine for all
citizens. Within this book the reader will find themselves dealing
with modern medicine and the issues of genetic restructuring, donor
procurement, terminal illness and death and dying in our society.
The
Chosen Ones – Thy Will Be Done, is a riveting thriller about a
woman’s fight to uncover the genetic code to life itself and to
bring to the world The Book of Man. Mara McClurg has been
missing for five years. She leaves behind two daughters who have
grown into young women beneath a blanket of lies and secrecy. When
the US government discovers that a private sector research facility
(GenTech) has broken the genetic code, Mara is sent to recover the
book of man.
With
a shrewd cast of characters, and a plot that moves quickly, readers
will be engrossed while they absorb new knowledge and discover that
the series is not just fiction but lies on the edge of what every
human being can physically touch, his health and immortality.
Reviewers are calling
the book, “…intelligent and compelling.” The paperback and
ebook version are available on amazon.com and the audio book is
presently in production with a release date set for fall. The Chosen
Ones – Thy Will Be Done is the first in a series of four books with
They Walk Among Us, The Sword of Damocles and The River of
Destruction to follow.
THE SCENT
OF TRUTH
The smell of coffee fragrantly filled the house. It was enough to wake Carol and lure her to
the top of the stairs. “Stokes,” she
yelled. “Is that you? Are you making
coffee?”
“It sure the hell is,” he replied. “Get the girls and c’mon down.” The girls were already wearily trailing
behind her.
“My God, Stokes!” said Carol.
“You certainly have out done yourself.”
“Thank you very much,” said Stokes.
“I must tell you,” continued Carol.
It’s a nice treat to have someone, a male someone, cook for us. And, yes, I would like it daily.”
“Well,” said Stokes, with the class of a fine southern gentleman. “It’s
not every day a man gets to have breakfast with three beautiful ladies.”
“Enough, enough already,” said Mimi.
“I’m getting sick.”
Jaye joined her sister in the AM bashing. “Yeah, it’s really getting kind of thick
around here.” Mimi continued to hold her
head with her elbow firmly planted on the table. Her eyes were still half closed. Carol was becoming agitated with her.
“I hope coffee is the treatment you need Mimi.” “If you’re not awake soon, you’ll miss the
whole story.”
“No, I won’t! Aunt Carol,” she
moaned. “That’s a tale I’ve been waiting
to hear for a very long, time.” She
shook her head. The long blonde hair
blew from her face as if a strong wind had hit.
Then she jumped from the table and began to do jumping jacks. Fifty pushups followed. All marveled at Mimi’s strength and
resilience.
“Not me,” said Jaye, “Not me.”
“Well, I’m sure awake now,” said Mimi. “Let’s eat!”
Stokes couldn’t have made a finer breakfast. Scrambled eggs, sausage, bacon and English
muffins graced the table.
“Stokes, I need to thank you again.
This was very nice. Nice that we
have this chance to sit together and just enjoy.”
“You’re welcome Carol, I enjoyed it.
It’s a real nice change for me too,” said Stokes.
“Yes,” she thought quietly to herself,
“especially considering what lies ahead of us today.” The girls were preoccupied. Who wouldn’t be when faced with their
situation?
“Girls, we have a lot to cover with you today,” said Carol. “So, I thought it might be a good idea if you
did the dishes and took your showers.
This will give Stokes and me a chance to organize our thoughts before we
begin.”
They rolled their eyes and in unison chanted, “Dishes!”
“C’mon,” said Stokes. “Don’t
give Carol trouble this morning. Let’s
just move right along so we can get started.
I don’t have much time to spend here and I need every minute to
count.” A silence swept the room.
The sound of dishes loudly shrieked against each other. Stokes placed himself comfortably on the sofa
next to Carol.
“Well Carol,” he said, with a grin on his face. “Today is the day!”
“It certainly is,” she replied.
“You know Stokes, I’ve waited so long for this day to come that I’m
overwhelmed. I don’t know where to
start.”
It was nearly 1:00 PM. Everyone
perched in the living room waiting D-day.
“God!” said Stokes. “This is what
we’ve all been waiting for. It’s not so
bad. So don’t look so doomed. Now, once upon a time,” he teased.
“Oh Stokes!” shouted Mimi. “Let’s
get real”.
“No really girls,” said Stokes.
“I think the best way to do this is to start from the beginning, from
the divorce. It’s going to take some
time but then you will understand her a bit better. If there is one thing I don’t want it’s for
either of you to be angry with her. She
was a great humanitarian and her work is responsible for saving us … from a
catastrophe. I want you to be proud to
be her daughters and I want you to know that she gave her life.... I mean
her.... “I want you to know that she
sacrificed herself and her family for the betterment of mankind.”
“It’s Ok,” said Jaye. “It’s Ok
Stokes. I understand. Mimi and I aren’t babies anymore. We’re capable of comprehending the intensity
of emotion. I’m glad you loved my
mother. Maybe all of our lives would be
different today if you had married her.”
Silence overcame them, like a swift blanket of cold arctic air.
Then Mimi broke in with her usual antics. “Yeah Stokes!
“Would you have played ball in the back yard or are you more into doll
houses?”
“No,” he said. “It would have
given me the authority to kick your smart ass when you needed it.” Then he grabbed her in a headlock and wrestled
her to the floor. “Please,” she cried
aloud. “Please don’t tickle me
anymore. I’ll be good, honest.”
It was plain to see he loved them, thought Carol. He probably would have been a wonderful
father.
“C’mon,” said Carol. “We’ll be
here for a week.”
“Yeah!” said Stokes. “She’s right.
We’ll start with the plane trip and the escape from Pittsburgh.” “Then we can play those tapes Mara left with
me for safe keeping.” Both girls looked
at him with a perplexing eye.
“What tapes?” said Mimi.
“We weren’t aware of any tapes,” said Jaye.
Stokes disappeared from the living room.
It wasn’t long before he returned with a steel box. He sat down in his previous spot and began
touching it in a strange and methodical sequence.
“I hope it’s not rigged to blow,” he said. Then he laughed aloud and went on to say, “I
don’t think your mother would endanger you that way.” After four unique sequences, the tumblers
clicked and the unusual steel box opened.
Inside were sixteen videotapes.
The girls jumped from their seats to handle each one. They were numbered in sequence and on the
bottom of the box there was a note.
It read very simply, “Watch them in sequence, and then you will know.”
Marg
Miller-MonDragon is local to the Pahrump area. Before becoming an
author, her career spanned thirty years as a nurse and medical
educator. She has spent many years acknowledging the medical,
ethical and legal issues surrounding healthcare. One of her greatest
desires is to have her readers become invested in the dilemmas,
evaluate solutions and then have strong opinions on this subject that
will hopefully inspire change. She stated that she is looking
forward to writing this series for the readers and that it is her
greatest hope to inspire a culture where healthcare becomes a right
for all citizens.
Very creepy cover! I love it!
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