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Thursday, October 25, 2012

Review, Interview & Giveaway: The Prophet: A Shepherd Thriller by Ethan Cross

Title: The Prophet: A Shepherd Thriller
Author: Ethan Cross
Publication: October 16, 2012
Publisher: Story Plant
Source: Publisher
Genre: Suspense
Audience: 17 and up
Rating: 5 of 5

Francis Ackerman Jr. is one of America's most prolific serial killers. Having kept a low profile for the past year, he is ready to return to work – and he's more brutal, cunning, and dangerous than ever.

Scarred from their past battles, Special Agent Marcus Williams cannot shake Ackerman from his mind. But now Marcus must focus on catching the Anarchist, a new killer who drugs and kidnaps women before burning them alive.

Marcus knows the Anarchist will strike again soon. And Ackerman is still free. But worse than this is a mysterious figure, unknown to the authorities, who controls the actions of the Anarchist and many like him. He is the Prophet – and his plans are more terrible than even his own disciples can imagine.

With attacks coming from every side, Marcus faces a race against time to save the lives of a group of innocent people chosen as sacrifices in the Prophet's final dark ritual.

My Thoughts: This is a fast paced, white knuckled, intense read. I was unable to put this down. I see a lot more Ethan Cross in my future. The Shepherd is a covert agency within the Department of Justice. The Shepherd team uses any means necessary to take down their targets. Francis Ackerman Jr. was one of their targets and he got away. Ackerman sees Marcus Williams as a kindred spirit and inserts himself into the Anarchist investigation. Are his motives pure or is he out to do what he does best, inflict pain and kill?

Marcus is brash and has no filter. He happens to be blessed, or cursed, with a photographic memory. He has been through a lot in his life. Those tragedies leave him feeling not to far removed from the killers that he tracks down. Will Marcus give into his deep carnal nature or will he continue to seek justice?

"No rest for the wicked"- Marcus Williams
Read Excerpt

Francis Ackerman Jr. stared out the window of the dark copper and white bungalow on Macarthur Boulevard. Across the street, a green sign with yellow letters read Mosswood Playground - Oakland Recreation Department. Children laughed and played while mothers and fathers pushed swings and sat on benches reading paperback novels or fiddling with cell phones. He had never experienced such things as a child. The only games his father ever played were the kind that scarred the body and soul. He had never been nurtured; he had never been loved. But he had come to accept that. He had found purpose and meaning born from the pain and chaos that had consumed his life.

He watched the sun reflect off all the smiling faces and imagined how different the scene would be if the sun suddenly burned out and fell from the heavens. The cleansing cold of an everlasting winter would sweep across the land, cleansing it, purifying it. He pictured the faces forever etched in torment, their screams silent, and their eyes like two crystal balls reflecting what lay beyond death.

He let out a long sigh. It would be beautiful. He wondered if normal people ever thought of such things. He wondered if they ever found beauty in death.

Ackerman turned back to the three people bound to chairs in the room behind him. The first two were men—plain-clothes cops that had been watching the house. The older officer had a pencil-thin mustache and thinning brown hair while his younger counterpart’s head was topped with a greasy mop of dark black. The younger man’s bushy eyebrows matched his hair, and a hooked nose sat above thin pink lips and a recessed chin. The first man struck Ackerman to be like any other cop he had met, honest and hard-working. But there was something about the younger man he didn’t like, something in his eyes. He suppressed the urge to smack the condescending little snarl from the younger cop’s ferret-like face.

But instead of hitting him, Ackerman just smiled at the cop. He needed a demonstration to get the information he needed, and the ferret would be perfect. His eyes held the ferret’s gaze a moment longer, and then he winked and turned to the last of his three captives.

Rosemary Phillips wore a faded Oakland Raiders sweatshirt. She had salt and pepper hair, and ancient pock marks marred her smooth dark chocolate complexion. Her eyes burned with a self-assurance and inner strength that Ackerman respected. 

Unfortunately, he needed to find her grandson, and if necessary, he would kill all three of them to accomplish his goal.

He reached up to her mouth and pulled down the gag. She didn’t scream. “Hello, Rosemary. I apologize that I didn’t properly introduce myself earlier when I tied you up, but my name is Francis Ackerman Jr. Have you ever heard of me?”

Rosemary met his gaze. “I’ve seen you on television. You’re the serial killer whose father experimented on him as a child, trying to prove that he could create a monster. I guess he succeeded. But I’m not afraid of you.”

Ackerman smiled. “That’s wonderful. It means that I can skip the introductions and get straight to the point. Do you know why I asked these two gentleman to join us?”

Rosemary’s head swiveled toward the two officers. Her gaze lingered on the ferret. Ackerman saw disgust in her eyes. Apparently, she didn’t like him either. That would make things even more interesting once he started to torture the young cop.

“I’ve seen these two around,” she said. “I’ve already told the cops that my grandson ain’t no damn fool. He wouldn’t just show up here, and I haven’t heard from him since this mess started. But they wouldn’t listen. Apparently they think it’s a good idea to stake out an old lady’s house instead of being out there on the streets doing what the people of this city pay them to do. Typical government at work.”

Ackerman smiled. “I know exactly what you mean. I’ve never had much respect for authority. But you see, I’m looking for your grandson as well. I, however, don’t have the time or patience to sit around here on the off chance that he might show up. I prefer the direct approach, and so I’m going to ask you to level with me. Where can I find your grandson?”

“Like I told them, I have no idea.”

He walked over to a tall, mahogany hutch resting against the wall. It was old and well-built. Family pictures lined its surface and shelves. He picked up a picture of a smiling young black man with his arm around Rosemary. A blue and gold birthday cake sat in front of them. “Rosemary, I’ve done my homework, and I’ve learned that your grandson thinks the world of you. You were his anchor in the storm. Maybe the one good thing in his life. The one person who loved him. You know where he’s hiding, and you are going to share that information with me. One way or another.”

“Why do you even care? What’s he to you?”

“He’s nothing to me. I could care less about your grandson. But someone that I do care about is looking for him, and I try to be useful where I can. And like you said, sometimes bureaucracy and red tape are just too damn slow. We’re going to speed along the process.”

Rosemary shook her head and tugged on the ropes. “I don’t know where he is, and if I did, I’d never tell a monster like you.”

His father’s words tumbled through his mind.

You’re a monster…Kill her and the pain will stop…No one will ever love you…

“Oh, my dear, words hurt. But you’re right. I am a monster.” 

Ackerman grabbed a duffle bag from the floor and tossed it onto a small end table. As he unzipped the bag and rifled through the contents, he said, “Are you familiar with the Spanish Inquisition? I’ve been reading a lot about it lately. It’s a fascinating period of history. The Inquisition was basically a tribunal established by Catholic monarchs Ferdinand II of Aragon and Isabella I of Castile in order to maintain Catholic orthodoxy within their kingdoms, especially among the new converts from Judaism and Islam. But that’s not what fascinates me. What fascinates me are the unspeakable acts of barbarism and torture that were carried out in the name of God upon those deemed to be heretics. We think that we live in a brutal age, but our memories are very short-sighted. Any true student of history can tell you that this is the age of enlightenment compared to other periods throughout time. The things the inquisitors did to wrench confessions from their victims was nothing less than extraordinary. Those inquisitors displayed fabulous imagination.”

Ackerman brought a strange device up out of the duffle bag. “This is an antique. It’s previous owner claimed that it’s an exact replica of one used during the Inquisition. You’ve got to love Ebay.” 

He held up the device—built from two large, spiked blocks of wood connected by two threaded metal rods an inch in diameter each—for their inspection. “This was referred to as the Knee Splitter. Although it was used on more than just knees. When the inquisitor would turn these screws, the two blocks would push closer together and the spikes would first pierce the flesh of the victim. Then the inquisitor would continue to twist the screws tighter and tighter until they received the answers they wanted or until the affected appendage was rendered useless.”

Rosemary spit at him. As she spoke, her words were strong and confident. He detected a slight hint of a Georgian accent and suspected that it was from her youth and only presented itself when she was especially flustered. “You’re going to kill us anyway. No matter what I do. I can’t save these men anymore than I can save myself. The only thing that I can control is the way that I go out. And I won’t grovel and beg to the likes of you. I won’t give you the satisfaction.”

He nodded. “I respect that. So many people blame the world or society or others for the way that they are. But we’re all victims of circumstance to a certain extent. We like to think that we’re in control of our own destinies, but the truth is that much of our lives are dictated by forces far beyond our control and comprehension. We all have our strings pulled by someone or something. It’s unavoidable. The only place that we have any real control is right here.” He tapped the tip of his fifteen-inch survival knife against his right temple. “Within our minds. Most people don’t understand that, but you do. I didn’t come here to kill you, Rosemary. It will give me no pleasure to remove you from the world. But my strings get pulled just like everyone else’s. In this case, circumstances dictate that I hurt you and these men in order to achieve my goal. I’m good at what I do, my dear. I’ve been schooled in pain and suffering my entire life. Time will only allow me to share a small portion of my expertise with you, but I can tell you that it will be enough. You will tell me. That’s beyond your control. The only aspect of this situation that you can influence is the duration of the suffering you must endure. So I’ll ask again, where is your grandson?”

Her lips trembled, but she didn’t speak. 

The smell of cinnamon permeated the air but was unable to mask a feral aroma of sweat and fear. Ackerman had missed that smell. He had missed the fear, the power. But he needed to keep himself contained. He couldn’t lose control. This was about information, not about satisfying his own hunger.

“Time to begin. As they say, I’m going to put the screws to this officer. Makes you wonder if this device is responsible for such a saying, doesn’t it?”


After several moments of enjoyment with his new toy, Ackerman looked at Rosemary, but she had diverted her gaze. He twisted the handles again, and the officer’s thrashing increased.

“Okay, I’ll tell you!” she said. “He’s in Spokane, Washington. They’re set up in an abandoned metal working shop of some kind. Some crooked realtor set it up for them. I’ve tried to get him to turn himself in. I even consider calling the police myself, but I know that he and his friends won’t allow themselves to be captured alive. He’s the only family I have left.” Tears ran down her cheeks.

Ackerman reached down and twisted the pressure from the officer’s legs. The man’s head fell back against the chair. “Thank you. I believe you, and I appreciate your situation. Your grandson has been a bad boy. But he’s your flesh and blood, and you still love him.”

He walked over to the table and pulled up another chair in front of Rosemary. As he sat, he pulled out a small notepad. It was spiral-bound from the top with a blood red cover. “Since you’ve been so forthcoming with me and out of respect, I’ll give you a genuine chance to save your lives.” He flipped up the notepad’s cover, retrieved a small pen from within the spiral, and started to write. As the pen traveled over the page, he said, “I’m going to let you pick the outcome of our little game. On this first sheet, I’ve written ‘ferret’ to represent our first officer.” He tore off the page, wadded it up, and placed it between his legs. “On the second, we’ll write ‘Jackie Gleason’ to represent the next officer. Then Rosemary. Then all live. And all die.”

He stirred up the wadded pieces of paper and placed them on the floor in front of her. “I think the game is self-explanatory, but to make sure that there’s no confusion, you pick the piece of paper, and I kill whoever’s name is on it. But you do have a twenty percent chance that you all live. And just to be clear, if you refuse to pick or take too long, I’ll be happy to kill all three of you. So please don’t try to fight fate. The only thing you have control over here is which piece of paper you choose. Have no illusions that you have other options. It will only serve in making the situation even less manageable for you. Pick one.”

Rosemary’s eyes were full of hate. They burrowed into him. Her gaze didn’t waver. A doctor named Kendrick from the Cedar Mill Psychiatric Hospital had once told Ackerman that he had damage to a group of interconnected brain structures, known as the paralimbic system, that were involved in processing emotion, goal seeking, motivation, and self-control. The doctor had studied his brain using functional magnetic resonance imaging technology and had also found damage to an area known as the amygdala that generated emotions such as fear. Monkeys in the wild with damage to the amygdala had been known to walk right up to people or even predators. The doctor had said this explained why Ackerman didn’t feel fear in the way that other people did. He wondered if Rosemary had a similar impairment or if her strength originated from somewhere else entirely.

She looked down at the sheets of paper then back into his eyes. “Third one. The one right in the center.”

He reached down and uncrumpled the small piece of paper. He smiled. “It’s your lucky day. You all get to live. I’m sorry that you had to endure this due to the actions of someone else. But as I said, we’re all victims of circumstance.”

Then he stood, retrieved his things, and exited onto Macarthur Boulevard.


Ackerman tossed his duffle bag into the trunk of a light-blue Ford Focus. He wished he could travel in more style, but the ability to blend outweighed his own sense of flare. He pulled open the driver’s door, slipped inside, and dropped some jewelry and the wallets and purse of his former captives on the seat next to him. He hated to lower himself to common thievery, but everything cost money. And his skill set didn’t exactly look good on a resume. Besides, he didn’t have time for such things.

He retrieved a disposable cell phone from the glove box and activated the device. As he dialed and pressed send, he looked down at the small slip of paper that Rosemary had chosen. The words All Die stared back at him.

After a few rings, the call connected, and the voice on the other end said, “What do you want?”

Ackerman smiled. “Hello, Marcus. Please forgive me, for I have sinned. But I do it all for you.”

Wanted Readers: Your book is a movie! Who’s in your dream cast?

Ethan Cross: Casting THE PROPHET would be a tough endeavor for me for a couple of reasons.  First of all, I’m a huge movie buff and casting makes the film.  Second, unlike some of my contemporaries, I didn’t necessarily have a cast in mind while writing the book.  Each character is their own person, not merely me projecting a certain actor into a role.  Also, I’m a big proponent of the reader using their own imagination to determine the way that a character looks.  In my first book, The Shepherd, the main character was only described as “looking like he could take of himself,” yet I’m sure that readers projected their own image of what he would look like.
So with all that being said, I’m going to run down my list of current actors that could possibly fit the bill for each character and briefly explain why.  

Marcus Williams - Hugh Jackman (if he were younger), Sam Worthington, Chris Pine, Chris Evans, Jensen Ackles, Henry Cavill

Marcus is my main protagonist.  He’s a tortured soul with the frightening ability to get inside the head of a killer, a memory that’s both a blessing and a curse, and a gift for hurting people.  The actor playing him would need to be physically intimidating, but also have some acting chops.  I think Hugh Jackman could definitely pull it off, but he would be quite a bit older than the actual character.  I would also love to see what Jensen Ackles (Dean from one of my favorite shows—Supernatural) could do with the role.  He could definitely pull off the smart-ass part of Marcus, but I’m not sure if he could capture some of the character’s other traits.  So the most likely candidates would probably be Sam Worthington or Chris Pine.

Ackerman - Michael Fassbender, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Johnny Depp, Michael Keaton (if he was only younger)
This one is probably the toughest call, but also the role that a great actor could really have a lot of fun with.  He’s been described as a less-cultured Hannibal Lecter by a great number of people.  He’s cunning, ruthless, extremely intelligent, charming, handsome, and completely insane.  I think Michael Fassbender (X-Men: First Class, Prometheus) could really shine in this role.  Pitt, Damon, and Depp could also be possibilities but are all past the proper age range.  And just for a bit of a wildcard, Michael Keaton.  He’s way too old now, but if the movie was made 15 years ago, he could have been great.  Don’t believe me?  Check out Desperate Measures.

Maggie Carlisle - Amber Heard, Ali Larter, Bryce Dallas Howard, Jessica Chastain
Maggie is the primary love interest and a member of the Shepherd team.  She’s strong, but not tough.  She’s beautiful, but not girly.  She also has deep-rooted personal reasons for being part of the team and suffers from obsessive compulsive disorder.  Amber Heard and Ali Larter are a physical match, but neither has really proven herself in dramatic roles.  Howard and Chastain are standouts in that department.  Any of these actresses could be great, so this one is too close to call.

Harrison Schofield (The Anarchist) - Matthew Goode, Dylan McDermott (wildcard)
Schofield has endured a lot of pain in his life and is a bit of a reluctant killer.  He’s extremely intelligent and analytical and a loving husband and father.  I wasn’t sure who to pick for Schofield.  Then I saw the trailer for the upcoming film Stoker, and Matthew Goode leapt off the screen.

The Prophet - Billy Connolly, Terence Stamp, Jon Voight, Robert Duvall, Christopher Plummer
I think Billy Connolly or Terence Stamp could be wonderful as the crazed head of the cult in which Harrison Schofield was raised.  But any of these actors could pull it off.

Victoria Vasques - Roselyn Sanchez, Ana de la Reguera, Penelope Cruz, Camilla Belle
Special Agent Vasques is very different from Maggie.  She’s extremely tough and physical.  She likes nothing better than to be kicking in doors and taking down the bad guys.  Roselyn Sanchez has proven her toughness in films like Act of Valor and could be a great fit.

Andrew Garrison - Jensen Ackles, Ryan Gosling, Ryan Reynolds
Andrew is the glue that holds the group together.  He’s Marcus’s partner and best friend, but he often feels more like Marcus’s babysitter.  While Marcus is hot-headed and blunt, Andrew is calm and diplomatic.  Any of these three would be great.  Reynolds has the most star power, but I’d love to see Jensen Ackles in there somewhere.

Allen Brubaker - Brian Cox
Brubaker is the now-retired, former leader of the team and Marcus’s mentor.  They call him the professor for his love of Shakespeare and history.  I’ll admit that this is one role where I was thinking of a certain actor, although he’s actually much smaller than the Allen Brubaker from the book.  That man is the wonderful character actor Brian Cox.  He’s great in any role, large or small.

The Director - Bruce Willis
The Director is the enigmatic head of the Shepherd Organization.  And I picked Bruce Willis for this role simply because I love Willis and would want him in there somewhere.  He’d actually be a great Marcus if he were a couple decades younger.  But since he can’t be Marcus, he can be the guy that keeps him in line.  

So those are my picks…but if there’s anyone out there who’s read The Shepherd and would like to share their list, I’d love to hear it!

Author Bio:
When a fireman or a policeman would visit his school, most of his classmates’ heads would swim with aspirations of growing up and catching bad guys or saving someone from a blazing inferno. When these moments came for Ethan Cross, however, his dreams weren’t to someday be a cop or put out fires; he just wanted to write about it. His dream of telling stories on a grand scale came to fruition with the release of his first novel, the international bestseller, THE SHEPHERD.

Ethan Cross is the pen name of a thriller author living and writ- ing in Illinois with his wife, two daughters, and two Shih Tzus. In addition to The Shepherd and The Prophet, he has published two no- vellas––The Cage and Callsign: Knight (with Jeremy Robinson).

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  1. WOW...what a post!!! Thank you. I enjoyed reading both your review and guest post. Great questions!! I agree with you, it was definitely a "can't put down" read.

  2. Hello Ashna,

    Thanks for reading The Prophet, and I’m very excited to hear how much you enjoyed it. Have a great day!


  3. I loved the Prophet!! I adore Ethan's writing and look forward to much more! Thanks so much!

  4. Thanks for linking this in to Books You loved. I have just signed up to follow you. A follow back to Carole's Chatter would be wonderful – or are you already following? Cheers

  5. Thanks for the short and sweet review. You had me at your first 2 lines. This book is right up my alley. Btw, how exciting that the author himself posted a comment!