'My name, ' he says, 'is Melchizedek. I am old and young at once, standing at the end of the world and its beginning, the servant, priest and scribe of the Most High God.' He holds out the scroll. 'Write, Julie, ' he says. 'But Sir, I have no pen.' 'Write, write, write. Become what thou art.' He hands me the scroll. It's warm to my touch. 'Surely, ' I think. 'This can only mean one thing ...' Turbulent teenager, Julie Carlton, finds happiness and peace through her storyteller father's vast reservoir of Gaelic, Greek and Welsh mythology. His sudden death, however, plunges Julie into turmoil....
'My name, ' he says, 'is Melchizedek. I am old and young at once, standing at the end of the world and its beginning, the servant, priest and scribe o...
