Denah, daughter of Carmi, is betrothed to Japheth, the disgraced son of Noah. She grew up fascinated by Noah’s family, off there just outside of the city, building an ark to save people and animals because his God was going to punish the world with rising waters. As if that could happen.
So Denah is torn between her old life and her old gods and the practices of Noah’s family. Her father was raised as a foster brother to Noah and, even though he scoffs at Noah’s beliefs, tells Denah her marriage will right an old wrong. It’s not like she has much choice. If she refuses her father’s choice, she’s cast out of society. She may as well belong to Noah’s family as nowhere.
Except there’s the matter of the curse. Neither of Japheth’s sisters-in-law have born children, causing them to be mocked whenever they leave Noah’s land. After a year of infertility, Denah has an idea. There is a goddess of fertility, if only Japheth will agree to seek help with her.
What Denah sets in motion catapults her into deceit, blackmail, and betrayal. What if it is true, and Noah’s God really is the One Who Sees? Can she ever be forgiven, before the promised judgment comes?
Blood of Adam is the first book in a new series, Generations of Noah. The tale is engaging and well-told, with myriads of layers brought together in the final chapter or two. Each of the major characters, including Methuselah, 
the oldest man in history, is well-cast, showcasing the era in which they lived and loved. I really enjoyed this tale and look forward to more from this author.
Rachel Neal lives under the Big Sky of Montana with her husband, Michael, a cat, and as many daylilies as she can find room for in her garden. A physical therapist by trade, she stepped out of the 9-to-5 a few years ago to walk a writer’s path. When her hands aren’t typing, they are busy in the yard, her church, or with any sort of I-can-make-it-myself project.
I purchased this novel in Kindle form (though it is also available as a paperback) at the recommendation of a mutual friend. Opinions are mine alone.
