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On the vast generation ship, the Kingdom of Heaven, President Jeremiah Black’s word is law. It is doctrine. It is the voice of God.

400 years ago, the First Families boarded the Kingdom of Heaven to leave behind a wicked Earth and find a new home where they could build Zion—on a planet they named Canaan, a place the ship wouldn’t reach for a thousand years. Only their descendants would see this new world. But after so many years, conditions on the Kingdom of Heaven are much different from what those First Families had planned.

When Nephi Packard of Telestial Deck runs afoul of President Black and his High Council, he learns the hard way why Leftovers like him don’t mingle with the Celestials. While recovering from his harsh punishment for violating the rules with Black's own granddaughter, an archangel appears to Nephi, and a calling to restore the true gospel to the Kingdom of Heaven turns Nephi’s life upside down. Now, armed with the word of God, Nephi and his friends from Telestial Deck must bring light, truth, and freedom to the citizens of the Kingdom of Heaven without getting cast out of the ship into Outer Darkness for heresy by President Black and his Celestials.

The Glory of the Stars is a testament to faith, courage, and the power of God.

Snippet from The Glory of the Stars

Here's a snippet from my upcoming novel, The Glory of the Stars:

The bishop seemed distracted. He stood beside the bed, his hands clasped. His dark hair showed gray around the edges. He sported a short beard, his right as a bishop though he was only a terrestrial, better than a leftover, but not quite up to celestial standards. “Brother Packard, it is unusual for the High Council to convene a disciplinary court so quickly and not invite the bishop of the offender.” He cleared his throat. “Not that my presence would have changed the outcome.”

“I know, Bishop.” Nothing could have changed that outcome. It had been decided before he walked into the room.

“Perhaps you feel your sentence was harsh and unwarranted.”

“Maybe.” Nephi bit back any further response.

“Yes.” Bishop Behling sniffed. “But you have done your penance now. It is over. I hope you will remember this lesson.”

“It will be impossible to forget.”

Behind the bishop, Enoch rolled his eyes. Prissa came in and stood by Enoch. She looked angry. Bishop Behling didn’t seem too happy, either.

“Nephi,” he said, “the most important thing to learn here is that God has given each of a us a station in life. You must accept yours, just as I must accept mine. It is the only path to peace.”

“So, it wasn’t kissing that was wrong. It was kissing Elizabeth Black?”

The bishop hesitated. “Lust is a serious sin. You must guard yourself against it.”

“Yeah, I will.” Could this conversation just end please?

“All right, then.” The bishop dusted off his pants. “Your penance is sufficient. God bless you, Brother Packard.”

“Thanks.” But he doubted God had any blessings in store.

About Angie

Angie Lofthouse went to college with every intention of becoming a particle physicist, but through a series of misadventures, found herself studying Shakespeare instead. After college she combined her love of science and her love of words into a science fiction writing career.

She has published numerous short stories in online and print magazines and anthologies, as well as two sci-fi adventure novels, Defenders of the Covenant and The Ransomed Returning. Her latest novel, The Glory of the Stars, will be out soon, along with a novella, “Werewolves of California,” in an upcoming anthology.

She lives in a little canyon in the foothills of the Wasatch Mountains with her family of writers, artists, singers, composers, illustrators and musicians.