“If God thinks only humans have secrets, he’d better think twice…”
SEAT OF TRUTH
When Mrs. Gandalf Campbell arrives in Heaven, she can’t wait to reunite with her son who died six months prior. But her longing to see the boy is cut short. He’s not there! She won’t have it. She insists God must take her to her son, or else… Read an excerpt.
“Richly detailed with sumptuous prose, unexpected turns and twists and a puzzling protagonist. Seat of Truth is a lavish delight for the reader’s senses and intellect. A heavenly tale told with tears and laughter, and a conclusion that will leave you in awe.”
-Nicole North – Editor
About the author
I was born and raised on a beautiful farm in northwestern Haiti. My childhood was ordinary. There wasn’t much to do, especially for me, except feed the livestock. We had all kinds: chickens, lambs, goats, donkeys, pigs, horses, and mules. At one point we even had a few turkeys. It was a nightmare to handle them; they’re loud and they shit everywhere.
I began school when I was seven. I would have grown up illiterate had it not been for a divine intervention. The school was far, about ten miles back and forth. Two years later in the local school, my father sent for me and I moved to the big city. At the time, it was everyone’s dream to move to Port-au-Prince.
My first day in my new school was a nightmare. Nobody liked me. I was like a lost alien. They began calling me names—and I will not indulge you by telling you which names I’ve been called. Let’s just leave it alone.
About The Book
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Mrs. Gandalf Campbell and her son, Mitch P. Campbell, die in a car crash on their way home. Mercifully, they wake up in Heaven.
Relatives who died years earlier greeted them at the Square — except for Edmund. Mitch is ordered to go look for his little brother and bring him home. A former schoolmate—a school bully—serves as Mitch’s guide in the Heavens. But the things Mitch is discovering about people back on earth, especially his own family, make him question whether he’s in Heaven after all.
Praise for Seat of Truth
“An engaging, lighthearted, and thought-provoking fantasy about what heaven is really like. Domexa’s writing style is relaxed and inviting, and his humor shines through…” — Kirkus Review
“In the intriguing novel Seat of Truth, a recently deceased man learns about the machinations of the devil on Earth. Told through entertaining conversations between intriguing characters, Seat of Truth is a novel that reimagines heaven and questions those found in it“ — Foreword Review
“Domexa’s thought-provoking debut novel follows an ordinary man’s afterlife journey through a heaven that’s not what he expects…a shocking story…” — BookLife Review
“Richly detailed with sumptuous prose, unexpected turns and twists and a puzzling protagonist.” — Sarah Matt
“Seat of Truth is a lavish delight for the reader’s sense and intellect. — Elijah Kirby
“A seemingly unbearable story about family secrets and betrayal, love and forgiveness, redemption, memory and the afterlife, and even in the face of truth, how far a mother is willing. She knows something no one knows.” — Eleanor Tan
“A heavenly tale told with tears and laughter, and a conclusion that will leave you in awe.” — Marble Shin
“So you think you know about God, heaven, and the devil? wait till you read Seat of Truth.” — Heather Moss
“Christians bring their earthly drama all the way in the backyard of heaven, God’s own dwelling place, is irony. Unbelievably funny.” — Heart of Troy
She accepts the challenge to deliver a verdict. However, if God thinks only humans have secrets, He’d better think twice. For it is written: One day, everything shall be laid bare for all eyes to see and all ears to hear.
When Death Comes
When death comes, I hope it finds me in a state of readiness,
Purged from the thoughts and things that produce weariness.
I hope to see it coming – a small dot on the distant horizon,
gradually growing the size of a lemon, a mango, a watermelon.
Then its real shape, recognizable for what it really is – Death:
beautiful and serene, and smiling with reckoning warmth.
I hope it lands silently on my bedside, with hymns and palms all along.
Lest it spoils me the foretaste of Heaven I’ve dreamed of for so long,
during the many years of guilt and rejections, years of loneliness,
the years of failure, the years of pain and loss, regrets and sadness,
addiction, depression and doubt, infertility, illnesses and bitterness.
With its beautiful wings, it’d fan off my earthly vessel, now a scion
and I would begin to breathe the fresh air of Zion.
Death would lift me off, without touching me.
I will see earth and its vanities slowly receding –
the size of a watermelon, an orange, a lemon –
as I drift at warp speed toward the heavens.
Flying away – on my lips, ‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus –
then I would reach the realms of the angelic host,
enchanted with sound and music, sighs and beauty;
delight beyond space and time, near Sovereignty land
with only shouts and shouts of Hallelujah! Hosanna!
Death leaving its prey would flee before the Lord.
Face to face finally, I will see my Savior and Redeemer.