The Celestine Prophecy
Chapter One
A Critical Mass
I drove up to the restaurant and parked, then leaned back in my seat
to think for a moment. Charlene, I knew, would already be inside,
waiting to talk with me. But why? I hadn't heard a word from her in
six years. Why would she have shown up now, just when I had
sequestered myself in the woods for a week?
I stepped out of the truck and walked toward the restaurant. Behind
me, the last glow of a sunset sank in the west and cast highlights
of golden amber across the wet parking lot. Everything had been
drenched an hour earlier by a brief thunderstorm, and now the summer
evening felt cool and renewed, and because of the fading light,
almost surreal. A half moon hung overhead.
As I walked, old images of Charlene filled my mind. Was she still
beautiful, intense? How would time have changed her? And what was I
to think of this manuscript she had mentioned-this ancient artifact
found in South America that she couldn't wait to tell me about?
"I have a two-hour layover at the airport," she had said on the
telephone. "Can you meet me for ... read full excerpt from: The Celestine Prophecy ebook
