An excerpt from a book written by Charles O. Wing, “Old Ways, New Hope”
The narrative of a freelance translator who is called on an archaeological quest because of a peculiar language is told in “Old Ways, New Hope” by Charles O. Wing. His travels take him all over the world, and after the loss of a close friend, he takes the lead in the search. He stumbles onto mankind’s greatest discovery, which takes him to the origins of man and a plethora of innovations. How he handles the discovery will lead him to new worlds and old ones. Then he has a variety of options for changing the world.
Here’s an excerpt from the book:
The warmth of the day was tempered by a light breeze, as he searched for a way up the cliff. Several hours later, he found a place where he thought he could make the climb. He finished the last of the wine and discarded the cask. It was time for him to get away from the shore.
He turned one last time to look out to sea and searched for another ship in the area. From where he was, he could see nothing. Then he turned his attention back to the cliff again. At the top, he could see some scrub pine trees that were disfigured from the many storms in this area. He began his climb…
It took over an hour to make the climb and he lay face first on the top, catching his breath. He finally rolled over and looked around the area. Sea grass and the pine trees was all he saw here. He stood feeling the weakness from his hunger and his head began to spin. It took a few minutes for it to pass and then he looked out to sea again. Not a sail in sight…