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"My name is Legion, for we are many."Yamin ran until he found the nook in the wall where he spent his first night in the city. He plopped onto the ground, curled up, and wept."What is wrong with me? Am I going mad?"The voice answered him. "Yes, you are.""Get out of my head. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!""I'll never shut up." The voice caressed his mind like a grotesque lover's kiss."I am part of you - Yamin."

Jack survived the Takers at the Battle at the Buffalo Jump, but at great sacrifice that cost a man his life. Now, Jack, along with his motley crew of companions, are headed back to Eden, Texas, seeking the whereabouts of his father. Along the way they encounter other survivors; some friendly, some decidedly unfriendly. And they encounter more Takers.Lots more takers.But nothing can prepare them for what they will find when they follow instructions to go to Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado.This time, it will be a miracle if anyone survives.

Warsaw, PolandSeptember 8, 1939Their scoutmaster's chair squeaked as he shifted his weight. "What I am about to ask from all of you is a personal sacrifice on behalf of Poland. Your final decision is, of course, up to you. You must each make your own decision."A hush filled the room. The Scouts' pale faces betrayed the struggle that plagued them all.Tadzio broke the spell. "I mean no disrespect, Professor. I don't know why my father had to leave, but since he's gone, my family is my priority."Squaring her shoulders, Magdalena inched forward on her chair. "And earlier this week my father's brother and his wife were killed when a bomb hit their apartment building in Warsaw." Her voice quivered. "Now, we're also caring for our orphaned 11-year-old cousin, Józefina."Tadzio nodded. "Since I am the eldest son, my first responsibility is to my family.""Well spoken, son." Professor Handelsman studied Tadzio over the top of his glasses. "What about the rest of you?"Tadzio's patrol leader, Andrzej, spoke first. "This is what we've prepared for all summer. The Scout training we received in the Kampinos Forest these past few months-first aid, food storage, water purification, map reading skills, Morse Code, riflery-it all prepared us for this moment. I will give my all for Poland."Lech smoothed back his thick, black hair. "Andrzej's right. It's time to take a stand."First Lech, then Andrzej, and finally Lech's younger brother, Stefan, rose to their feet with raised chins, they punched their fists into the air and shouted in unison. "Czuwaj!Be vigilant! Stay awake! Be prepared!"Tadzio and Magdalena weren't prepared for their Polish Scoutmaster's challenge. Not until their parents disappeared. A Young Adult historical novel, Underground Scouts brings to light the brave efforts of Polish Boy Scouts and Girl Guides who fought alongside the Polish Underground during World War II.

When I first started to write this book, the title, Until I Die, immediately sprang to mind.I liked it. The idea of continuing to write until I am unable to write because I have come to the end of my mortal life seemed a natural fit for someone who loves word crafting. And it seemed an appropriate followup to my last book, Rigors of the Call, for I have come to understand that not only is God's call rigorous, it is forever. He created us to worship Him from the moment we are aware of His existence in our mortal form until we come into His presence in our heavenly one. What He purposes for us in our expressions of that worship is not something to pick up or put down whenever we feel like it. No, our worship, our being about His business is for always -until we die.So, I pen these reflections and tales of varying subjects and experiences, because I feel He designed me to do that. In worship of Him, I write...Until I Die.

Bookfest 2022's #1 Christian Contemporary Fiction winner, Hallie Lee, brings us a heartwarming page-turner rich with twists, humor, and her unique brand of edgy, inspirational drama.Small-town life at its heart-tugging best! Curl up and let this one wrap around you like a warm blanket. A must read!~Jennifer JakesTwo years have passed since violence and arson brought Shady Gully and its citizens to the brink of destruction, but now is the time for healing and new beginnings. And a wedding is just the thing to bring everyone together...Or is it?As PETEY and VIOLET return to Shady Gully for the Big Event, they bring a myriad of secrets. Violet, a prodigy destined for medical accolades, prepares to shock her family with her game-changing plans, while Petey drags into town bruised and humiliated after a humbling step toward his own veiled dream.While Shady Gully has prospered under MAYOR LUKE, Petey's older brother, the town continues to quarrel over the churches destroyed by the fires. Sadly, the ceaseless debate leaves Shady Gully's fabled four-way-stop vacant, allowing an opening as a long-haired oddball armed with a ragtag set of grills shows up and sets up camp.Despite the dispute, DESI and ROBIN power-through the wedding planning, while MEADOW, the mother of the bride, struggles with resentment as the festivities dredge up her own painful history. To complicate matters, a suspicious character from Shady Gully's past turns up, rousing bad memories and adding to the fracas.Surely Shady Gully needs a miracle to restore decorum and heal old wounds?Perhaps one will come in the form of TIMOTHY, the beloved pastor from Paint Me Fearless, (book 1 in the Shady Gully Series) as his arrival triggers a staggering truth and serves up a colorful palette of justice.An unraveling, a crackpot with a spatula, and a long-awaited reckoning-and romance-erupt at Shady Gully's grandest event yet!

There was a terrible verbal chanting.Glatchka Mondavka InsinivicusThe tattooed man laughed, and continued to puff on his cigarette. He blew a series of circles into the air and smiled.Glatchka Mondavka InsinivicusHe stood and walked over to the helpless victim, then folded his hands as if he were praying. He then raised them over his head and screamed.Glatchka Mondavka InsinivicusThe officers gave a final warning, and before the tattooed man could thrust his hands down into the man's chest. The officers fired, two shots each, center mass, just as they had been trained, ending the life of the tattooed man.Glatchka Mondavka InsinivicusA forgotten tribal language that Dr. Glavine discovered through his research. The good doctor had a crazy theory of what that meant-theories that, according to most of the team, were pulled from horror movies and works of fiction. They didn't happen in small cities on the east coast.

Adele Cunningham had died. And she had lived. Two hours of personal testimonies proved as much. Multiple individuals stepped up to the pulpit to share what Mrs. Cunningham had done for them, either through prayers or through advice. The truth was, Adele Cunningham left a legacy that would never die.Overwrought by the loss of her mother, Judy Cunningham needed a place where she could grieve alone. She sought a path through the swarming crowd. Arms fell like gates at a railroad crossing and blocked her way. She endured the body hugs, the wet kisses on her cheek, and the suffocating mix of perfume and body odors. Mumbling her apologies, she broke free and passed from the living room into the kitchen and headed for her mother's bedroom. She slipped inside and eased the door shut.Then, breathing a sigh, she drank deeply of the quiet. A sense of nostalgia took over as she swept her eyes across the four-poster bed, the hand-crocheted granny quilt, and the lacy pillow shams, everything neatly arranged as if Mother had just left the room. On the little bedside table sat a Tiffany lamp, a worn leather Bible, and a box of tissues, remnants of Adele Cunningham's daily meetings with God.She approached her mother's rocker and ran her hand over the curved back."Mom's prayer chair," she whispered.This was where Adele Cunningham met God every morning and every night. Judy settled into the chair, shut her eyes, and imagined her mother's arms enfolding her.She set the rocker in motion and thought about the many notes her mother had left behind for her to deliver. She'd handwritten more than two dozen during her last week in the hospital. One of those little blue envelopes had Judy's name on it. She stared at it for a moment, then slid her fingernail under the flap and opened it.