Hope, Faith, and Promise are found between the pages of my new book Hell’s Heaven: Is It Really Forever? But to get there, we’ll first share an evocative, vivid, and deeply engaging journey! …Frank McKinney
Once damned to Hell, it’s forever… or is it?
“Three ‘good and godly’ people die in the same instant on December 19, 2037: 94-year-old Alexander in Germany, 29-year-old Carolina in Brazil, and 64-year-old Eddie in Butte, MT.
Eagerly, they find themselves in line together outside the Pearly Gates, expecting to be recognized for their sanctified lives and welcomed into Heaven.
Instead, they are violently plucked out of line by angels-turned-demons and cast into Hell, where they are met at one of the three fiery gates by Judas, Jesus’ betrayer.
Alexander, Carolina, and Eddie are shocked and dismayed that they have been condemned to Hell after the exceptional lives they believe they have led.
This must be a mistake! Is this really their fate – forever?”
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Hell’s Heaven is a non-fiction novel, a work of “faction,” and creates an entirely new genre; Psycho-Spiritual Thriller.
Hope, Faith, and Promise are found between the pages of my new book Hell’s Heaven: Is It Really Forever? But to get there, we’ll first share an evocative, vivid, and deeply engaging journey!
As a Pathological optimist, long ago I placed a concept, an outline of a manuscript into a steel vault encased in lead surrounded by concrete, only to be accessed when I was enlightened enough to write it…
I wasn’t ready then.
This was nearly a decade before my bestselling books Aspire, Adversitology, and Aspirational Thoughts • Inspirational Images.
I’m ready now. The time has come.
I’ve broken the concrete, cut through the lead, taken a blowtorch to the vault, put pen to paper, and finally, manuscript to printing press!
Read a Dead Sea Scroll parchment excerpt
Download Chapter One (unedited) below
“One after the other they gently set down on a white, flaky substance that looked like frost, but it wasn’t cold. As their feet settled on the soft ground, they were overwhelmed by deep feelings of unconditional love.
The air was filled with the pleasant and soothing redolence of gardenia, jasmine, rose, and lavender, wafting through the oxygen-rich air. And the sounds… floating through the air were sweet yet triumphant melodies, as if the Vienna Philharmonic was welcoming elite guests in a fancy courtyard outside a lavish, black-tie party.
As far as the eye could see, beautiful, sparkling, diamond-like sculptures were scattered randomly throughout the white landscape, jutting up through the manna-like substance. It looked as if Michelangelo and Chihuly had collaborated for an exhibit on the grounds of the Louvre.”
