The School of Ministry: The Windgate by Braxton Cosby #bookreview



by
Braxton A. Cosby

“A fast-paced adventure
featuring a secret society on a divine
mission…
a satisfying read: The characters
steadily develop, goodness prevails, and there’s even a touch of
romantic intrigue.
 Gripping, action-packed.” —- Kirkus
Review
“A memorable, unpredictable journey of hope, identity and courage. The Cosby gift of storytelling lives on in this page turning adventure.”  —- Bill Cosby, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author, Comedian, Philanthropist
“Braxton Cosby delivers a thrill ride of suspense, fantasy, drama and fun in The School of Ministry. An unrequieted love story beats at the center of Ziv’s journey to find peace, purpose and faith. You’ll root for him as he claims his life and future in this wholly inventive and original novel with a message for all. I loved it.”
  —-
Adriana Trigiani, New York Times Bestselling
Author
 of The Shoemaker’s
Wife
Winner of
The Readers’ Favorite Gold Medal Book of the Year Award for Young
Adult – General

My review:
The School of Ministry was a wild, unique, cerebral read. It’s Christian based in its theology but I felt a more spiritual theme develop after a bit. Ziv is a fantastically strong young man who gets thrown a lot of junk in his life. It keeps on ticking and moving. In a twist of fate he meets this “league of extraordinary gentleman” called the School of Ministry who show him things that can’t ever be unseen, but also verify to him, he’s not crazy. It’s fast paced, it has vivid imagery and although the actual villain may have been a shock to some, I wasn’t surprised. This isn’t your usual vanilla religious story. It has twists and issues that far exceed expectations. My only critique? The author has a love for !’s everywhere. I seriously recommend this book! :)

Read an excerpt from the book: I’m helpless as she continues to struggle for air. Then, an image flickers from the corner of my eye as a side door opens and Maxwell walks out, holding a staff of his own. “Maxwell,” I plead. “It’s Miss Evans. Please help her!” He shakes his head and lifts his staff in his hands, twirling it in a circle as he begins to slowly walk sideways, circling me like a predator, encasing me in a hedge of danger. “Hold your ground. Make a choice: fight or flight,” Maxwell bellows. Miss Evans’ banging on the glass behind me blends with the pounding of my heart. I lift my staff and spread my feet, turning my attention to Maxwell. As much as I’m afraid for my own safety, I find it impossible not to focus on Miss Evans. Her muffled scream comes from the tank and I look away from Maxwell to check on her. Her hands clutch her neck. Her face is bright red with a tinge of blue around her lips. “No,” I scream, stepping back away from the tank. Raising my staff above my head, I crank back and rip it down, slamming it into the side of the tank, as I yell. The water explodes from the crack in the tank and glass shards crash to the floor below. I swing once more and this time the entire tank shatters, launching Miss Evans into the air toward me. I catch her in my arms and the force of the water propels us backward onto the floor. She coughs, gasping for air. I hold her in my arms and caress her head. Her sobbing brittles me and I’m relieved to see her skin color returning to its natural tanned shade. We’re here, an odd place, an unfamiliar place. But as I hold her delicately in
my arms, it makes me feel like I’m heading back home. Not the place where I live now, but the place where I used to live, when mom and dad were still alive. The way she rests in my arms beckons me to a time when I used to hold my kitten, Priceless. She’d climb into my lap during the thunder storms. I was her comforter. Priceless would
purr when I did it. And now, so many years later, I find myself feeling the same way as I hold Miss Evans. Her soft body pressing into my skin—warming me—calls me to hug her even closer with each passing second. The times when I needed someone to hold me reflect in my mind like a mirror as I stare at her. Her chest rises as her heart beat quickens, mixing evenly with her breaths. As warmth returns to her body, a subtle tremor comes over her; like a purr. I can’t resist. I have to do it. I must do it. I hug deeply, ignoring the senseless urge to pull away. “Bravo!” praises Maxwell, exiting the room as the lights come back on. Miss Evans resting in my arms and I comfort her, caressing her hair. She finally looks up at me and mouths, “Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Are you all right?” I
ask. “Yes…better now,” she replies. “How did you get in there?” I ask. “I don’t know. Um, if you don’t mind me asking, who are you?” “What? It’s Ziv of course. Miss Evans, are you feeling all right?”
“Miss Evans?” she asks with a puzzled look on her face. “Did you say your name was Ziv?”

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Meet
the Author:

Multi-Award-Wining Author Braxton A. Cosby is a dreamer who evolved from concepts on
pen and paper to pixels and keyboards. He tells stories that evoke emotions and stimulate thought. Protostar: Book 1 The Star-CrossedSaga and The School of Ministry: The Windgate are currently two Young Adult series he created. Braxton lives in Georgia with his wife, three children and a troop of crazy African Cichlids.

www.braxtoncosby.com www.theschoolofministry.com

 

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Comments

  1. Thnak you for hosting me today. I really appreciate the review and I’m glad you liked The School of Ministry.

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