The Iron Gospels by William Hache

Book Description:

When David wakes up surrounded by strangers dressed in white gowns chanting praise to a name as unfamiliar to him as his new environment, he is quick to realize that he carries no memory of how he arrived. In fact, he has little recollection of anything before this very moment. The only thing sure and real to him is the cluster of strange faces staring down at him with tears of glee. Together inbanded glory they shout and cry out the name of a prophet they call, John Cauliflower. For so long they have waited for a prophecy to be fulfilled; the 'great one' to be sent from the heavens to bring them salvation. Finally, here he lay before them in all his human form. Any and all plans to escape from this peculiar place alone in the middle of nowhere dwindle as time passes by faster than he can scrounge up a single memory from the dim corners of his mind. A witness to the many bizarre and horrific customs of this secluded society, David begins to lose more than his memory during his stay here. With each day that passes his mind, body and soul become filled with hatred and he unknowingly leans sternly towards the dark corners of his imagination where he becomes the essence of the one who all those around him have been begging for. Only now, he is something more than a savoir—he is an anomaly who will fulfill the darkest desires of whispers from beyond and the blackness of a tarnished heart.

Excerpt:

There were screams outside my tent at all hours of the dayand night. No longer were they only cries of joy and religious praise but of pain and begging for my hand of mercy. The dying ones cried out to me in the last desperate moments of life, having given up on The Prophet’s good name and The Master’s almighty word. As death called for them it was as if they finally saw a glimmer of reality and saw this place for what it really is; a sham run by a false god speaking in the name of a false prophet. These were the ones abandoned by the rest, left to die at my doorstep, their bodies taken away after a final breath. Though nothing was ever said, I knew how the others felt about them. Their gestures reeked of rejection and disappointment, for these were the frail ones who abandoned the word of John Cauliflower while the rest of them remained patient, obedient, waiting for the prophecy to be fulfilled.

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