Tubal-Cain

Tubal-Cain was the most magnificent city in Noah’s days, and it was founded by the great-great-great grandson of Cain, son of Adam. This book recounts the story of the incredible trans-world journey of Gabriel Zachery, an ordinary man of the modern times who was, against his will, overtaken by a supernatural event and transported to the last generation of the antediluvian world - the generation of Noah. At the end of his journey, and return to his original generation, he narrated his story to his best friend, the author of this book, who recorded it, and transcribed it ’without any omission or addition’.If a person would enjoy an epic thriller that combines the awesome chariot race and heroism of Ben-Hur, the wondrous environment of Avatar, the jaw-dropping scenes of Jurassic Park, then he will likely find this book gripping from beginning to end. It is based on true incidents in the history of man’s brutality toward fellow man. It is the story that people of all faiths, and even those without any religious faith, will find relevant to the present times, and interesting from the historical perspective.'Gabriel Zachary was one of the two people left in my inner circle of souls bonded by a visceral affinity, to whom I could scurry for immediate harborage whenever my soul was tempested by the intense trials of my solitary life, not for the cursory abatement of my fleshly hurts, but for the durable assuaging of my agitated spirit. He would never offer any solace of words, for he knew that my kind of troubles was far beyond what any mortal’s verbal salve could alleviate. He would listen quietly with the concentration of one who was totally wrapped in what was being disclosed to him, hardly ever interjecting with a question, but nodding his head empathetically whenever he sensed my voice turning a little tremulous with emotion. But mostly I visited him in his secluded bungalow, on the bank of a rivulet breaking away from the Pampa, just to spend an hour or two on a weekend evening to unwind my mind a bit, having wound it up the whole past five days stirring up to fervor the hearts and minds of the little flock entrusted to my tutelary care.After twelve decades of dwelling among the antediluvian people, Gaby’s language had taken on a distinct style and flavor. In relating his sojourn there, frequent were his heightened expressions, and so elevated was his diction to my hearing that it seemed he was only vocalizing what was flowing into his consciousness from a supernal fount. I decided, therefore, not to tamper with the literary aspects of this saga, but to retain the very phrases and terms the narrator used in his chronicle.After transcribing his words from my phone to the typescript, I was ready to publish the full testimony, without any omission or addition, to the world. Here, then, is the heart-jolting story of what my late friend witnessed in Tubal-Cain, and what that means for our present generation - unbelievable as the narration of it may seem to the reader.' 3