Hades' Melody. JD Belcher

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       PROLOGUE

      Spring 1986.

      Many things happened that year; the Space Shuttle Challenger exploded live on national TV, my father left our family for the first time to work on an engineering project in California, and my mother planned a trip from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania with my two brothers and I to Fort Wayne, Indiana to visit my grandmother Barbara over the course of a weekend that would forever change my life.

      Grandma lived in a single level ranch home—similar to ours back in Monroeville—on Broken Arrow Drive with her second husband George, a pastor and part-time taxi driver, inside a suburban development called Concordia Gardens not far from the banks of the Saint Joseph River. Apart from the incident which transpired during our stay, I can barely conjure up any extraneous details. I remember the gray clouds and rain that day; sitting on the piano bench practicing chords; the white carpet in the living room; and my brother Amos, who had the nickname AJ, perched on the couch, watching the bulky floor model television which sat up against the wall. In a framed painting above me was a rendering v

      so vivid that it almost looked like a photograph, one of the resurrected Christ walking with two men—all of them with their backs turned—down a shaded dirt road to СКАЧАТЬ