Mary Higgins Clark: Jesus' Lost Years

Prologue: 1474 a.d.

From master storyteller and bestselling author Mary Higgins Clark, here is an excerpt from her new novel "The Lost Years," in which she takes a fictional look at "what if ..."

Indeed, what if Jesus had left behind a letter written in His own hand? And what if it was hidden in the depths of the Vatican Library?

In the hushed quiet as late shadows fell over the walls of the eternal city of Rome, an elderly monk, his shoulders bent, made his silent and unobtrusive way into the Biblioteca Secreta, one of the four rooms that comprised the Vatican Library. The Library contained a total of 2,527 manuscripts written in Latin, Greek, and Hebrew. Some were available under strict supervision to be read by outsiders. Others were not.

Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com

Prologue: 1474 a.d.

It was a simple letter thanking Joseph for the kindness he had extended from the time Joseph had first heard Him preaching at the Temple in Jerusalem when He was only twelve years old. Joseph had believed He was the long-awaited Messiah.

When King Herod’s son had discovered that this profoundly wise and learned child had been born in Bethlehem, he’d ordered the young Christ’s assassination. Hearing this, Joseph had rushed to Nazareth and received permission from the boy’s parents to take Him to Egypt so that He could be safe and could study at the temple of Leontopolis near the Nile Valley.

^{Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com}

Chapter 1

CHAPTER 1

Today is the day of my father’s funeral. He was murdered.

That was the first thought twenty-eight-year-old Mariah Lyons had as she awoke from a fitful sleep in the home where she had been raised in Mahwah, a town bordering the Ramapo Mountains in northern New Jersey.

Brushing back the tears that were welling in her eyes, she sat up slowly, slid her feet onto the floor, and looked around her room.

Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com

Chapter 1

When she was sixteen, she had been allowed to redecorate it as a birthday present and had chosen to have the walls painted red. For the coverlet and pillows and valances she had decided on a cheery red-and-white flowered pattern. The big, comfortable chair in the corner was where she always did her homework, instead of at the desk. Her eyes fell upon the shelf that her father had built over the dresser to hold her trophies from her high school soccer and basketball championship teams. He was so proud of me, she thought sadly. He wanted to redecorate again when I finished college, but I never wanted it changed. I don’t care if it still has the look of a teenager’s room.

^{Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com}

Chapter 1

Mariah stood up, reached for the robe at the foot of the bed, and slipped into it, tying the sash around her slender waist. But this is different, she thought. My father did not die a natural death. He was shot while he was reading at his desk in his study downstairs. Her mouth went dry as she asked herself again the same questions she had been asking over and over. Was Mom in the room when it happened? Or did she come in after she heard the sound of the shot? And is there any chance that Mom was the one who did it? Please, God, don’t let it turn out to be that way..

^{Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com}

Chapter 1

“I can’t believe he is gone,” she whispered, recalling his seventieth birthday party only three weeks earlier. The events of the past four days replayed in her mind. On Monday evening she had stayed at her office to work out an investment plan for a new client. When she got home to her Greenwich Village apartment at eight o’clock, she had made her usual evening call to her father. Daddy sounded very down, she remembered. He told me that Mom had had a terrible day, that it was clear the Alzheimer’s was getting worse. Something made me phone back at ten thirty. I was worried about both of them.

^{Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com}

Chapter 1

When Daddy didn’t answer, I knew that something was wrong. Mariah thought back to that seemingly endless drive from Greenwich Village as she had rushed to New Jersey that night. I called them again and again on the way over, she thought. She remembered how she had turned into the driveway at eleven twenty, fumbling for her house key in the dark as she ran from the car. All the downstairs lights were still on in the house, and once she was inside, she went straight to the study.

^{Excerpt from THE LOST YEARS by Mary Higgins Clark
Copyright © 2012 by Mary Higgins Clark. Reprinted by permission of Simon & Schuster, Inc, NY. For more on Mary and her new book The Lost Years go to SimonandSchuster.com}

He Spent Months Visiting Death Row Inmates and Witnessed Three Executions. Here’s What He’s Learned

Reporter Steven Hale gives an insider's look at the world of death row inmates and their visitors in his latest book. Read next feature >