{"product_id":"numb-by-john-otte","title":"Numb by John Otte","description":"\u003cp\u003eStand alone novel\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eSummary: \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"wsite-multicol\"\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"wsite-multicol-table-wrap\"\u003e\n\u003cspan\u003eSave the girl...or his soul?\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCrusader is numb. He feels neither emotion nor pain, a divine gift that allows him to be the Ministrix's best assassin.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eWhether it's heretics from within or heathens from without, Crusader is the sword in the True Church's hand. And if he remains obedient to his superiors, he will be able to let go of his guilt.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eBut then he's ordered to kill Isolda Westin. It shouldn't be a problem. A target is a target. When Crusader sees Isolda's image, though, something strange happens. He experiences a moment of panic, a wave of emotions--the first he's felt in as long as he can remember.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eIn that moment, he realizes he can't fulfill his mission. He can't kill Isolda Westin, even if it means he'll be condemned as an enemy of the Ministrix.\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cspan\u003eSoon Crusader and Isolda are on the run. Will they be able to learn why the Ministrix wants Isolda dead? Or will they both soon face the harsh justice of the \"True Church\"?\u003c\/span\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cdiv class=\"wsite-multicol-table-wrap\"\u003e\n\u003cspan class=\"a-text-bold\"\u003e\u003c\/span\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003c\/div\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cem\u003e\u003cstrong\u003eOpening Lines:\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/em\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e \u003c\/strong\u003e\u003cstrong\u003e\u003c\/strong\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp\u003e\u003cspan\u003eCrusader perched like a gargoyle on a second floor ledge across from the safe house's entrance. He ignored the rain pouring down his face even though it blurred his vision. The weather didn't matter. neither did his posture. God created his to execute the Ministrix's justice. Soon he would fulfill his ordained purpose. \u003c\/span\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Imagination Investigation Bookstore","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46776893243618,"sku":null,"price":17.5,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0734\/8348\/5410\/files\/ScienceFictionNumb-Otte.png?v=1755811036","url":"https:\/\/yvbmmp-18.myshopify.com\/products\/numb-by-john-otte","provider":"Imagination Investigation Bookstore","version":"1.0","type":"link"}