Chapter 1 1662 London “I am disappointed in you, Carlisle .” It was this single, cutting sentence that made me turn from the twilight in the window. My father, withered in his years, was seated at the hearth. I had been the head of his church for two years now and not a single heathen had been found. I looked down into his blue eyes, still sharp despite his age. “Father, I’m sorry,” I said, my voice quieter than it had been in our fight. “I just have not found any that are truly... read more