When a tormented man’s dysfunctional life completely unravels, finding God becomes his curse rather than his cure. Soon he’s unable to discern between reality and illusion, between the Will of God and his own dark desires. For just as Abraham before him, God commands the unthinkable. A Lion for Lambs plumps the horrifying depths of a mind enraptured by the “Will of God.” Lunacy or terrible reality, his horrifying journey will have you questioning the very essence of faith, and asking yourself; What if I heard His voice? What if He asked me to taste of that truly forbidden fruit? Would I listen? Would I obey? Or would I drown the voices with pills and bind them with straightjackets?
About The Author
Late in the winter of 1989, Edward Sergoyan—snowshoeing in the Cascade Mountains of Western Washington—discovered a young boy wandering alone in the woods. Clothed in makeshift furs and skins, caked in mud, with long hair and nails, the boy was unable to communicate via any fashion other than grunts and wild gestures. Edward rushed the boy to the hospital where medical professionals and local law enforcement spent weeks analyzing his state and trying to match him with missing persons cases to no avail. Though unable to determine his precise age or how long he’d been alone in the wilderness, most subscribed to the belief that the boy had been on his own for most, if not all of his young life. How he had survived the rugged mountains of the Pacific Northwest has remained a mystery to this day.
Edward and Lynda Sergoyan later adopted the boy and named him Andrenik. Through much care and extensive therapy, Andrenik learned to read and write and strived to acclimate with modern society. Still, the road to normality was long and winding, but through his writing he found the means to release the demons which continued to haunt him, revenants left behind by the wilderness he once called home and the assuredly horrific things he experienced as a young boy.
Today, Andrenik lives in the small, quiet town of Snohomish Washington, in the foothills of the very mountains he once roamed and hunted in as a young, feral boy.
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