I raced out into the street, into the cold winter air and the bright, clear sky. A couple of street workers watched me with bemused gazes, then returned to erecting a sign that restored the full name of Los Angeles-The City of Our Lady, Queen of the Angels.
still called it L.A.
My breath roared in my ears. My heart pounded like a caged man trying to burst free. I skidded left onto Western and raced upstairs to my office in less than ten minutes.
Doors slammed and drawers flew open until I'd found what I wanted. Ann's athame. It was all the psychic link I'd need to find her.
I sat down to read, placing the knife before me with loving care. The light from the desk lamp reflected softly on the silvery blade and ebony hilt. I cracked open the first book.
A wind from the North beat at my window, calling.
FIN
Acknowledgments
I sit at my Apple ][+ computer (high-tech for 1978, when I didn't have it to begin this novel, but now a veritable antique) thinking about Hallowe'en. Appropriately enough, I finished the manuscript's final correction on the Witches' New Year, 1984. This revision was made after the German paperback had been sold to Heyne, so Der Jehova Vertrag is substantially different from the American edition you have here in your computer.
A novel, like a child, is not the work of one person-the ancestors who have each given a little bit of themselves that I may give birth to this book are legion. I cannot thank them all, for I would have to thank-paraphrasing James Baldwin-every human touch that has changed me forever. Here, though, is a partial and regrettably incomplete list.
To Robert A. Heinlein, for all those stories about young people who did what they chose to-you pulled me through the rough times, sir, and you made the future shine gloriously bright. I miss you.
To Ray Bradbury, for his encouragement, endorsement, and beautiful stories.
To Robert Graves, Grand Disciple of the Triple Goddess, for his analeptic vision.
To Merlin Stone, Z. Budapest, and M. Esther Harding, for their research into the Craft.
To Robert Shea, Robert Anton Wilson, Aleister Crowley, L. Neil Smith, Russ Tompkins, Bishop Lon M. DuQuette, Saint Constance of the Well (Our Lady of Perpetual Motion), Reverend Thomas A. Selene, LeRoy Lauer, Shane Shubert, David Wilson, Dewey Warth, John Sandefur, Linda Russel, Doug and Karen James, Galen G., Rick and Lorraine Potter, Jim Nobles, Jim Eshelman, Anna-Kria King, and other past and present members of the Illuminati, for their Knowledge and Conversation.
To my Mother, Father, and Sister, for not getting on my case (too much) and for raising me in an atmosphere of love and hearty good humor. To my grandmother, who paid for the disc drives and monitor. To Will and Justinmay your tribe increase!
To my Illustrious Teachers-Paul Meredith, who told me to read Vonnegut; Don Scott, who introduced me to Captain Marvel serials; Dr. Ellsworth Welch, who taught me to dip my hands in titanium tetrachloride; Joseph Glasner, who taught me to project!; Barnaby Conrad, who introduced me to The Big Guns. And to Avram Davidson, whose telephone call answered the first questions of a young writer.
To Samuel Edward Konkin III, for the constant courses in clear thinking and the adventures in Little Tokyo at 3 A.M.
To J. Neil Schulman, award-winning author and impresario of SoftServ Publishing, through which you are reading these bytes, for the late nights poring over each other's manuscripts and commiserating about damesyou're good conversation, pal. And to Kate O'Neal-singer, composer, associate SysOp-for helping Neil get this crazy concept up and running!
To Brad Linaweaver, F. Paul Wilson, and the other members of the Libertarian Science Fiction Writers' Mafia.
To Joel Gotler, for all his support over the years.
To Wolfgang Jeschke, who risked publishing a foreigner's book when no one in the U.S. dared to touch it. To Charles Platt-a cultured Englishmanwho bought the novel when American editors were
too timid. To Ed Breslin, who fought for it up the corporate ladder. And to John Douglas, who also had to fight to bring The Jehovah Contract to the paperback world.
To Charles Curley, Andy Thornton, Steve Tymon, Sheila Wymer, Ernest Sewell, Chris Schaefer, and all denizens of the AnarchoVillage past and present-thanks for the ambiance!
To Sondra Hendrick, who was the original inspiration for this novel.
To Laurel Blechman, who gave me an air-conditioned dining room in which to write Dell Ammo's acid trip during
