chapter 1
The Rebirth of a God
"In order to get to the end we most start at the beginning."

On December 17, 1977, I was born, it was at 8:30pm, and Jersey City was covered in a beautiful blanket of white satin snow.

My parents Martha and Gabriel are immigrants from Cuba; the name given to me was Lazaro Jesus Vazquez, Lazaro being from the orisha Babalu-Aye in the Santeria belief.

More on that later, we must start at the beginning; let's go to January 7, 1977.

* * *

Martha places her left hand into Gabriel's right hand under the table, looking at his profile, smiling with the thoughts of how handsome he looked in an all white suit, light from the one of two light bulbs bounce off his shirt, like an angel, he lights up the room.

Martha turns her attention to the older lady seated across from her, unlike her angel, the her face looks like a porcelain mask, draped in black fading into the age worn panels of the kitchen walls, Martha don't care if Maria is Gabriel's godmother, she scares her, the old lady seems to never blink, just a steady stream of words as Maria and Gabriel talk.
Silence, Martha knows what that means, she never really listens to what they talk about, she practices Santeria, but just in prayer and life, doesn't like to play with the magic, that's Gabriel's job.
Maria shifts, no expression, just a relaxed old soul that has seen much in her time, and once again she is the bearer of news, good or bad, she deliveries the news either way, the shells are tossed between them on the table, she grins.
"Martha, you will give birth to a son, you won't carry him full term, he will be two months premature, and his name., will never be forgotten."
Frozen in her seat, Martha had too many thoughts, too many questions, her lips sticking together.
"Maria, what are you talking about? What is going to do in life that his name is never to be forgotten?"
Eyes closed, leaning back into her metal chair, Maria stares at Martha for a second, begins to rub her pale chin with her thumb and closes her eyes.
"His name will be Lazaro, for he will be born in the 12th month on the 17th day of this year, he will leave your leave your womb halfway between 8pm and 9pm. What he is to do in life, is not to be a concern,

• 1
• 2
• 3
• 4
• 5
• 6
• next page >>

---

Add your voice

Know something about Novel excerpts: Magical fantasy?
We want to hear your view. Write now!