Do you want to offer your older children/younger youth a wonderful book filled with mystery, suspense, and a biblically accurate spiritual warfare? This book has it all! Terrorists . . . CIA . . . kidnapping . . . warring angels and demons! Your child will learn about spiritual warfare in a non-frightening manner, and will finish the book with the understand that God is always in control so there is no need to fear.
"It's refreshing to find an author and book that I can offer to my child and teens that will lift them up in Christ and help separate them from the world. We MUST do something for our children, we're are running out of time. Offer them quality Christian books to read, get them out from in front of the worldly TV and give them a chance. Plant a seed, offer them Jake and the Heavenly Host."
Patricia Graf CVT/VPM
Preface
"We interrupt our regularly scheduled program for a special weather bulletin. A severe thunderstorm warning alert is now in effect for all of Fairfax, Montgomery, and Prince counties. A travel advisory..." "Oh, shoot!" Lieutenant Vance Coolie protested, leaning forward in his 66 Mustang to switch off the radio. "I haven't got time for this." As he did a gust of wind caught the vehicle, nearly forcing it off the road. "Well, Little Lady," he said, talking to his car, "Looks like they're gonna be right this time." Suddenly he noticed a car parked along the side of the road a quarter of a mile ahead. Its hood was open, and the emergency lights were flashing. A lovely, olive complexioned woman stepped out from behind the vehicle, waving her arms for help. What a horrible time to have car trouble. He pulled up behind the vehicle, turned off his engine, and stepped out. Walking toward the lady he asked, "May I be of some assistance?" She smiled. What a beautiful smile, he thought to himself. "Thud..." The trees began swerving, and everything grew black. Vance felt his body crumble as he began to lose consciousness. "Thanks, Shema. You get out of here... before you're seen!" Ishmael leaned over and kissed his niece on the cheek. "Hurry!" As she turned to leave, a dark, navy blue van pulled up beside Vance's body. "Get him loaded...fast. I'll attach the note." Sixty seconds later the only evidence that a kidnapping had occurred was the note taped to the Mustang's steering wheel.
