He could feel violence take control of his arms and legs. He felt his fingers brush the hilt of his dagger, but it wasn't him touching it. He wasn't telling his body to move. If anything, he was telling it to run. All of a sudden, Tarrek felt a surge of evil wash over him. Darkness more powerful than any he had ever felt ran through his limbs. He couldn't help but feel that something vital had changed in the realm, something between the balance of Light and Dark. If he'd known what Sheva and the others had just achieved, he would have known he was right... It's been four months since Elon said her goodbyes to the streets and has taken up a life of never ending prosperity. Even though she is now an envy of others, her life is still not free of trouble. Enemies lurk at every turn, but not just during her waking hours. Every night now Elon is haunted by nightmares-awful visions of the future that may or may not come true. In an effort to try and grant her peace, Elon's adoptive brother, Zedikajah, soon convinces her to attend a summer program. It is at an art school in Huloden Kingdom where summer romance is brewing and creativity runs deep. Sadly, even there it is not safe. Darkness is plotting to take over the kingdom in a wave of terror and imminent death. However, they are also facing threats of their own. With a new enemy pursuing them, the Black Trinity may have more than the Light to fear. When even the hunter is being hunted, the chance of victory for Light and Dark is teetering briskly in all directions.

They're the black sheep--the bad boys every good girl wants to have hold her, touch her, take her, love her. . . "I have some spare beer, if you're interested. . ." I'd know that voice anywhere, and every time I hear it, it makes me sweat. If you saw Donovan MacLeod, trust me, you'd need a change of clothes, too. It's been eighteen years, but he's got the same cocky swagger, silver-gray eyes, and sexy smile that promises a whole lot of trouble. Not that I'll ever find out because he loathes me--thinks I'm some spoiled princess. So, there's something I've just got to ask. . . "Why are you here, Donovan?" Well, Kate Sutherland, how about, I've fantasized about you for eighteen years? Or, I wanted to remember how it feels to need a cold shower every time you flick that perfect blond hair out of your blue eyes? Yeah, good answers, but truth is I came back to help, because I think you're in for some trouble. My bad-boy gut says you're gonna need me--in more ways than one. . .

This book is a major step forward in radical theology via a sustained and creative challenge to conventional and orthodox thinking on the Trinity. Altizer presents a radical rethinking of the apocalyptic trinity and recovers the apocalyptic Jesus of Hegel, Blake, and Nietzsche.