Name: Creatures Of The Forest: The Truth (en Inglés)
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Author: Davis, Debby
ISBN: 9781983842672

portada Creatures Of The Forest: The Truth (en Inglés)

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

Debby Davis

Editorial

Createspace Independent Publishing Platform

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

162

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 0.9 cm

Peso

0.23 kg.

ISBN13

9781983842672

Categorías

Religión y creencias

Creatures Of The Forest: The Truth (en Inglés)

Debby Davis (Autor) · Createspace Independent Publishing Platform · Tapa Blanda

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Reseña del libro "Creatures Of The Forest: The Truth (en Inglés)"

The small city of Brooks Glen is shaken to its knees after a burned body is found in one of its churches and another church is burned to the ground. What do the Creatures of the Forest have to do with these events? Can anything stop them? Facing down a mad man with a gun, Pastor Steve puts his faith in the Truth. This Christian mystery thriller is packed with twists and turns that will keep you turning the page chapter after chapter. Excerpt: There was something special about these two ladies. Whenever Harriet was with them, the Creatures of the Forest had to stay quiet. They tried, several times, to interfere with Harriet 's mind. They could tell this outing wasn't good. It even caused some arguments among the Fearlings. Some said they should call for Despair to come. Others said Harriet belonged to them and they didn't want to share. Thankfully, she was blissfully unaware of the debate. Caroline dropped Harriet off at her house and it was dark in the living room when she entered. Shadows cast an eerie darkness in the corners. Little did Harriet know she was walking into a trap. Memories of her attacker flooded her mind. Fear was attacking with all of his might. "Someone is here. Look in that corner. See? You're alone with no one to help you. You never should have left the house. Now someone is here and you will never escape. Never escape! Never escape!" Harriet's mind began to spin. How could she be so foolish as to leave her house. "It was a foolish thing to do, leaving the house. It wasn't safe. It wasn't safe. Never do that again. I'll never do that again. It isn't safe. I have no safe place. Where can I go? No I can't go outside..." With her heart beating faster and faster she spun around the room looking in every corner. After the living room, she entered the rest of the house checking every closet and under all of the beds. Finally after she was certain no one was there, she plopped down on her couch and dissolved into tears. "I can't go on living this way," she thought. Feeling completely exhausted after so much emotion, she fell into a fitful sleep. About midnight she awoke and realized she had fallen asleep completely dressed, curled up on the couch. Her back ached and her eyes smarted from crying. Shuffling to the bathroom she heard a noise just outside her window. "What was that?" She wondered. Then another sound and then another. Each more scary than the one before. The Fearlings were having fun dropping pinecones on Harriet's roof. They knew just the reaction they could get. She was so afraid and yet one word kept coming to her mind. "Jesus!" she cried. "Help me!"