By way of creation, every human being possesses a drop of God's power, which the scientists call the power of the subconscious mind.
While held prisoner at the Research Institute for Paranormal Power activity in the Rocky mountains of Montana, Philip develops and ability for telekinesis, teleportation and other paranormal powers. As a result he becomes an Ascendant.
When Philip escapes from the Institute, he meets and befriends Steve, a ranger and war veteran with bitter memories of his service in Afghanistan. Together, the two of them face-off against forces that want to control Philip's powers.
Philip's biggest challenge is that he doesn't want to kill or hurt anybody.
Will Philip's abilities and knowledge be enough to keep him free or will those seeking to recapture him use his abilities and plunge the world into war?
THE FLOAT BOBBED UP and down several times, and Phillip
tensed. The trout was nibbling. It should bite any moment now, Phillip
thought.
He was standing on the edge of the pool, which, filled with clear water
from the river, ran through the gorge and between the steep hills covered
with bushes and the occasional tree. About six and a half feet tall, with a
healthy build, black hair, and brown eyes set into a handsome face, Phillip,
a young man in his thirties, kept his sight fixed on the float and his body
tensed for action. The beautiful sunny morning carried a breeze that made
small wrinkles on the pool’s surface.
“How is the fishing going?” one of the two strangers, who had walked up
behind Phillip a few minutes ago, asked. Phillip was aware of their presence
and felt the first warning of his haragei but had been so focused on the float
that he hadn’t been able to spare a moment to look at them. He opened his
mouth to answer, but the words died in his throat as a sudden, sharp pain
shot through his neck. It feels like a wasp bit me on the neck, he thought just before the darkness enveloped him. The fishing rod fell from his nerveless
fingers, and the strangers quickly grabbed his falling body, put his arms
over their shoulders, and dragged him up the slope and inside their waiting
van. The vehicle was immediately put in gear and disappeared around the
road’s bend. There was no witness to the crime.
Something was wrong. Phillip felt as if he were floating in a fog, unable to
do anything as he spoke on and on without stopping, spilling memories,
directed by some small part of his brain. With a supreme effort, he managed
to pierce the fog just long enough to communicate to his subconscious the
need to do something about the wrongness. He didn’t know how much
time passed, but when finally, his conscious brain managed to fight its way
to the surface for the second time, a spark of will emerged, and he managed
to curb the urge to speak and clamped his mouth shut.