What is your favorite Christian adventure novel?
Here is an except from The Loving Prophet:
Kieya gestured with a paw. "Yes. There is perpetual sunset or sunrise, since there are not seasons on your planet. The stars are always out here, but they are dim because of the sun."
"It is not natural for it to be so warm and almost humid. The solar flare is creating a narrow area of brighter light. Let's go to that area at the rotational center."
"Agreed." The cat manipulated the controls. The vehicle rose and moved further south. The large plant life diminished as the sun got lower on the horizon. Where the sun had almost set, they came to a small town. Children were playing, and adults were moving about. The vehicle stopped just outside of the town, hovering several meters above the ground.
"If you will disguise yourself as a Quzak, we can proceed on foot."
Kieya's sloped cushion disappeared, and she shrank to Ooza's size. Then she took on features similar to those of Ooza. "How's this?"
Ooza giggled. "Except for the hairy arms you look like my colleague Zahrahted!"
The hair disappeared from her arms. "Better?"
"It always feels most peculiar to become a biped." She purred subtly.
"Don't do that! Quzaks don't purr."
"Understood. I will restrain my instincts."
Someone approached from their left. "We will need to provide gifts."
Ooza's face brightened. "Qaak! Except for your eyes and voice, I would have assumed you were a Quzak! Very well done."
"Hello, Qaak. You just said we would need gifts. Why?"
"The Creator told Walter that this was to happen soon on Ooza's world. We need to humble ourselves and recognize this privilege."
Ooza was puzzled. "I don't understand."
"You will. What is the most precious form of spices on your planet?"
"Spice crystals. They have a multitude of uses but are very costly."
Kieya nodded. "I now understand what Qaak is telling us. Do you have fragrant oils here?"
"Yes. This is all so mysterious. I will go along. What else do we need?"
"I remember watching your female support group talk about the virtues of spun gold."
Qaak looked directly at the new Gaardian. "Ooza, I want you to think back over your lessons in Quzak history. In the age when leaders were born into their legacy, how were these children approached?"
Ooza was quiet and thoughtful for a moment. "We are bringing three gifts. We bring three especially rare gifts." She looked into the faces of Qaak and Kieya, and tears began running down her face. "I now know." She paused. "The Arkaynee! There have been prophecies. Piatek spoke of it recently. We fit the prophecies. This child will bring the quiet but controversial revolution to Quzak that it has awaited during countless generations. This child will rule the hearts and minds of Quzaks for countless generations to come, even after returning to The Creator." She paused again, and she dried her eyes. "To answer your question, we must approach with humility and reverence. After leaving our gifts, we must back out and leave instantly, vanishing and leaving no trace."
Qaak nodded. "I did not come in a vehicle. May I join you in yours, Kieya?"
"Of course. It will adapt. The precise center where the solar flare pointed is that small building over there. Ooza, please provide the appropriate gifts."
Containers appeared in their hands, and they walked quietly to the small building. Going inside they saw a young mother nursing a child, with the mate standing nearby. They approached and began opening their gifts.
Qaak's voice was unusually soft and low. "I come from a planet far away. I bring you spun gold."
Qaak backed away, and Kieya approached. "I too come from a planet far, far away. I bring you spice rocks."
Kieya backed away, and Ooza approached. "I come from the eastern continent, north of here. Have no fear. The Creator, Ruach, has brought us. The knowledge of this special event will not reach the other continents for many years. I bring you precious oil."
She backed away, and the three of them backed out the door. On the outside no one saw them exit, for they vanished instantly back to Kieya's vehicle.
As they reappeared inside, Kieya and Qaak no longer looked like Quzaks. The cat purred audibly and almost powerfully. "We are almost exactly at the rotation point of Quzak. If, instead of moving, we transport directly to Gaardian, no one could detect our departure."
The Loving Prophet