My debut novel, “Divine Wind,” is an 80,000 word high concept thriller.
“Divine Wind” envisions how Israel attempts to thwart Iran and prevent nuclear armageddon using secretly created weather control technology of the near future.
The central protagonist, Doron ben Avrahim, an Israeli Army lieutenant, born of Israeli and American parents, is held captive in Iran. A storm spawns a tornado that frees him. The US military convene at the Pentagon asking if Israel has created new weather technology or has God entered the fray in the Middle East?
The biblical Job has nothing over Doron. His parents were killed in the 9/11 Towers when he was 13. He returns to Israel and is captured, a knife at his ribs when all hell breaks loose. Terrorists want to kill him. At one point he walks into Mullalah, an Arab bar on the West Bank, in his military outfit, hoping to be killed. The death of everyone he loves has tortured him.
Can Doron survive both his own death wish and those plotting to kill him? Can he find a way to help Israel deal with Iran? Has Israel truly created new weather control technology? What other forces are at work in the Middle East?
Thoughtful, provocative, imaginative and compelling. Riveting with scenes of nature’s fury. Well researched science of the military use of weather as a weapon, more believable than any superhero movie. As current as New York Times front page headlines. Then there is the love interest, as startling and unexpected as the violent storms seething thru the novel. When you think you’ve experienced it all, “Divine Wind” concludes with a final dramatic, provocative twist ending. After reading “Divine Wind,” the next time you experience an unusual storm, you will wonder, who created it and why?
From "Divine Wind": "The most learned among the Jewish orthodoxy studied Kabbala, Jewish mysticism. One evening, they sat around a campfire, the pale light shining on weathered aged learned faces, trying to recall their oldest memories. One remembered a time before there were cars, another before there were horses, another before there were animals in the forest or fish in the sea. And then they turned to a memory embedded in their collective unconscious. And one remembered when there was gar nicht, when there was nothing, nothing but the dunes in the desert to hear, and nothing but the wind, a "Divine Wind" rumbling with a low vibrato across ancient desert sands, to tell the tale."