Beyond the Farthest Star: A Novel

( 51 )

Overview

When a nativity display on public property is torched by a former US Senator, the media spotlight falls on the forgotten small town of Leonard, Texas, and the new pastor of its only church—Adam Wells. Emboldened by the prospect of leading his tiny congregation in a nationally-televised, first amendment debate that he considers to be a “fight for the heart and soul of America,” Pastor Wells determines not to let anything or anyone, including his wife and his rebellious sixteen-year old daughter, stand in his way. ...

See more details below
Paperback
$11.92
BN.com price
(Save 20%)$14.99 List Price

Pick Up In Store

Reserve and pick up in 60 minutes at your local store

Other sellers (Paperback)
  • All (40) from $1.99   
  • New (15) from $1.99   
  • Used (25) from $1.99   
Beyond the Farthest Star: A Novel

Available on NOOK devices and apps  
  • NOOK Devices
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 7.0
  • Samsung Galaxy Tab 4 NOOK 10.1
  • NOOK HD Tablet
  • NOOK HD+ Tablet
  • NOOK eReaders
  • NOOK Color
  • NOOK Tablet
  • Tablet/Phone
  • NOOK for Windows 8 Tablet
  • NOOK for iOS
  • NOOK for Android
  • NOOK Kids for iPad
  • PC/Mac
  • NOOK for Windows 8
  • NOOK for PC
  • NOOK for Mac
  • NOOK for Web

Want a NOOK? Explore Now

NOOK Book (eBook)
$7.99
BN.com price

Overview

When a nativity display on public property is torched by a former US Senator, the media spotlight falls on the forgotten small town of Leonard, Texas, and the new pastor of its only church—Adam Wells. Emboldened by the prospect of leading his tiny congregation in a nationally-televised, first amendment debate that he considers to be a “fight for the heart and soul of America,” Pastor Wells determines not to let anything or anyone, including his wife and his rebellious sixteen-year old daughter, stand in his way. But when an old high school friend unexpectedly shows up in their small town and a past secret is revealed, Pastor Wells’ constitutional crusade collides with an even greater fight—the fight for the heart and soul of his marriage, his daughter, and, even his own life. In this modern-day story of betrayal, forgiveness, and finally redemption, Adam Wells discovers, for the first time, the meaning of the story he’s been preaching all his life…and his desperate daughter understands what really is beyond the farthest star. Award-winning authors, Bodie and Brock Thoene, have written an emotional and authentic drama based on a screenplay by Andrew Librizzi and now a major motion picture.

Read More Show Less

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
The megaseller Thoene team shift from historical to contemporary as they turn a screenplay into a novel that accompanies the forthcoming Pathlight Entertainment film by the same name. The tear-jerking, heartwarming tale pits troubled teenager Anne Wells against her father, Adam, a former preaching prodigy now desperate to lead a small Texas church and, perhaps, revive his career. Throw in more ingredients—peacemaking mom Maurene, caught in the middle; 16-year-old Stephen Miller, who sees more than Anne’s angry exterior; a former senator with national aspirations; a mysterious stranger from the past; a troubled boy whose anger turns deadly—and readers will find a novel that’s entertaining and challenging. When tragedy occurs, all the characters must examine their hearts for true motives and new understanding. Predictably—it’s a holiday film, after all—long-buried secrets are revealed, and hearts are broken and remolded to become whole again. The Thoenes have created a tale sure to draw readers eager for drama and escape. (Jan.)
Read More Show Less

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310336105
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 2/7/2012
  • Pages: 240
  • Sales rank: 886,105
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.40 (h) x 0.80 (d)

Meet the Author

Bodie and Brock Thoene are best-selling authors of over sixty-five works of historical fiction. Their timeless classics have sold more than thirty-five million copies and won eight ECPA Gold Medallion Awards. Visit them online at www.thoenebooks.com Facebook: Bodie-and-Brock-Thoene Twitter: @Bodie Thoene

Read More Show Less

Read an Excerpt

Beyond the Farthest Star


By Bodie Thoene Brock Thoene

ZONDERVAN

Copyright © 2011 Bodie Thoene and Brock Thoene
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-33610-5


Chapter One

The midsize, burgundy rental car exited the North Texas highway to head east along a two-lane road baking in the mid-September sun. DFW international Airport was just a distant memory. The Dallas skyline had long since sunk beneath the prairie. Now the biggest things meeting Anne's gaze were barns and grain silos.

Anne caught Adam's dark-brown eyes on her when she glanced up at the rearview mirror. "Leonard's only sixty miles from Dallas," he said defensively. "Less than an hour's drive. Dallas. More than a million people. Is that a big enough city to make you happy?"

Anne's reply dripped with sarcasm. "Wow, Adam. You mean they have, like, shopping malls?"

Anne could not believe Adam's lack of understanding was so complete. Was he really so clueless?

"Don't call me Adam, Anne. I'm your dad."

Anne shrugged and looked away. "But do you want them to know I'm your daughter?"

Maurene's voice was strained. "Honey, you know your dad is proud of —"

Adam interrupted, "This used to be all grain- and cotton-farming country." He waved his hand at the flat, flat, flat land. "Now a lot of ranching. Same as up in the hills above central California."

Anne stared at the back of Adam's head. Could he somehow be urging her to see the cowboy connection as a positive? Anne's glance fell on her black nail polish and heavy silver rings. "And I forgot to wear my boots and spurs. What will they think of me?"

The back of Adam's neck turned red. An explosion could happen at any moment.

As always, Anne's attractive but weary-looking mother intervened. Her chirpy, everything-will-work-out-for-the-best voice was higher pitched than usual. "Lots of art and culture in Dallas," Maurene contributed. "Colleges and universities, right, Adam?"

Anne noticed the way her dad's knuckles, white where they gripped the steering wheel, finally relaxed.

Good job, Mom, Anne silently applauded. Defused that one in the nick of time.

Sounding way too much like a public ser vice announcement for the Greater Dallas chamber of commerce, Maurene recited: "SMU, of course. UT, Dallas. Texas Woman's. Dallas Theological Seminary and Dallas Baptist."

Anne snorted, then pretended to cough.

Maurene's monologue trailed away when neither her husband nor her daughter offered any response. Worry lines re-formed above her opal-blue eyes.

Anne was back in her own thoughts. Did her parents imagine that she didn't know how to use a computer? Leonard, Texas, population two thousand, give or take. "The Biggest Little Town in Northeast Texas." Seriously, what genius thought that one up? And what audience was that slogan supposed to appeal to? People who lived in even smaller dumps than Leonard?

Leaving Bakersfield, California, for Leonard, Texas, wasn't about missing the shopping malls or the movie theaters, the cowboys or, God forbid, the high school ball games. It wasn't about the fact that ever since they stepped off the plane in Texas everyone spoke a foreign language — sort of.

Leaving Bakersfield was about missing friends. Anne had not had many friends at North High School, but at least a handful shared her view of the world as a dark and dangerous place. They also shared Anne's appreciation for Inger Lorre's music, or at least claimed they did.

The punk-rock tune "She's Not Your Friend" from the album Transcendental Medication started scrolling through Anne's head.

Maurene rummaged around in her purse, then squirmed against the shoulder harness to face Anne in the backseat. She extended a bottle of water with one hand and an oval-shaped white pill in the other.

Anne made a face but accepted the pill and the water. "Wow," she said after swallowing, "one cosmic coincidence after another. cowboys in Bakersfield and in Leonard, and just as I thought of the word medication, Mom hands me some. What are the odds?"

"Anne," Adam said sternly, with another stare into the mirror, "these are nice folks here in Leonard. I already preached here two months ago. Five candidates, and I'm the one they called to come back for another visit."

Staring at the rusted remains of a 1960-something Chevy pickup being swallowed by weeds in front of a single-wide mobile home, Anne remarked under her breath, "Bet the other four refused."

"What was that?" Adam demanded.

Anne said nothing.

He exhaled. "Look, Anne, I really want this. I can do good here. I feel it. We can have a fresh start. I don't need to tell you how important that is, do I? You want a fresh start too, don't you? More than anything else?"

Again Anne said nothing. As the medication took effect, her expression became serene, despite the fact she knew such a thing wasn't remotely possible. What she really wanted more than anything else was a cigarette.

* * *

Adam Wells grasped both sides of the wooden pulpit. The home of First church of Leonard was small, square, and plain to the point of severity. Medium-brown wainscoting reached no more than three and a half feet up the white-painted walls, as if stretching any higher was too much effort. The only relief from the drab interior was the sprinkling of stained glass, and the windows contained mere daubs and stripes of muted purples and blues.

Leonard was a far cry from the carpeted theater seating, the expensive light and sound system, and the theatrical-quality technical effects of Adam's previous post. Nevertheless, he was perfectly in his element on the stage, spartan as it was. When Adam strode onto the platform of a church, his lean good looks, high forehead, and square shoulders and measured, weighty words captured the attention of everyone present. As far back as Adam could remember, this had been true. He seemed to draw energy from the lectern itself.

"What does God offer you?" Adam asked the onlookers. "The water of life, Scripture says. Have you ever been thirsty, so thirsty that nothing but a drink of water held any interest for you? When you know real thirst, you realize that anything else — everything else — is of no importance until that thirst is relieved. Let me ask you: What are you thirsty for in your life right now? An answer to a deep, secret prayer? What is your greatest hunger? The need to be forgiven and know beyond any doubt that you are accepted by God as His own dear child? What are you thirsting and hungering for today?"

Adam had a reputation as a good teacher, a wise counselor, a considerate visitor to hospital wards and the homes of shut-ins. But it was when he appeared in his role as preacher that Adam was most in his element, and he knew it.

Adam would never liken himself to an Old Testament prophet. Such comparison smacked of ego. But he admitted in his heart that standing behind a pulpit — any pulpit, anywhere — invested him with an authority much like wearing the mantle of a prophet.

"Scripture says, 'come, all you who are thirsty, come to the waters; and you who have no money, come, buy and eat! ... Why spend money on what is not bread, and your labor on what does not satisfy?'"

Without turning, Adam sensed the approval from the pair of church deacons seated behind him on the platform. Their introductions of him had been cordial, even excessively complimentary. The attitude radiating from them suggested they already regarded Adam as "their" pastor. That was a good thing. Ever since his pastorate in Great Falls, Montana, three years ago, he and his family had drifted through the pastorates of two California churches before he became jobless again.

The call to become the spiritual shepherd in Leonard was a sure thing, Adam realized. For form's sake, the church board might deliberate for a week before notifying him, but the decision had already been made.

Internally Adam grimaced as he recalled Anne's sarcasm about how the other candidates had refused this post. But this could be his last chance. Three pastorates in five years — each less significant than the last. If they failed in Leonard, he was headed to Bigmart as a door greeter. Squaring his shoulders, Adam put on his most sincere countenance.

He consoled his injured pride. The need for a man of Adam's caliber and leadership was evident in this morning's attendance. Barely twenty people sat on the stiff wooden benches in the stiff wooden auditorium that would easily have held 120 or even 150. Even though Adam had not yet met all his congregants, he had already sorted them into types: seven widows, an equal number of spinsters, an aging married couple, a handful of unattached males. No young families, no children. That fact alone meant a dying church. Adam drew in a determined breath. He had been called just in time. There was a desperate need for him in Leonard. Perhaps here he could fulfill his life's dream of making a difference. And maybe here his troubled family could find peace ... put their lives back together.

Halfway back on the right was the only set Adam could not clearly classify: Former US Senator John cutter, Leonard's one claim to national political fame, sat ramrod stiff with his arms folded across his expensive blue suit. Cutter had promised to revitalize the town. His expression made it clear to Adam that he attended church for appearance's sake. Cutter's thirty-something wife, Candy, was twenty-something years younger than her husband. There was plenty of gossip about the pair.

As Adam spoke, candy's face had softened with emotion. He'd seen such signs of internal struggle in other churches he'd pastored. Candy's over-thick mascara started to smudge around the edges.

This duo represented both the first challenge and the first opportunity, Adam realized. Senator cutter was a force to be reckoned with in Leonard and throughout northeast Texas. He'd claimed publicly that he'd bring new agribusiness to Leonard and revitalize the ailing town.

Adam smiled inwardly. What better showcase for a resurgent Texas prairie village than a megachurch rising from such humble beginnings?

And the key to Senator cutter was clearly his wife. Rumor suggested that Candy cutter had been an exotic dancer in her past, but now it appeared any hard shell from her previous life was melting. Adam's words echoed around the entire shoebox that was First Church, but his message was for Candy.

Adam glanced at Maurene, seated in the front row. Sweeping her shoulder-length blonde hair with a quick, nervous gesture, she gave him a smile and a nod of approval.

But where was Anne?

Nowhere to be seen. Probably outside, smoking. Resentment and relief warred briefly within him. Probably it was better this way. Anne could be so disruptive, and nothing of that kind was needed today.

Adam knew two things with clarity. First, to say their family was not perfect was an understatement. The Wellses had their own set of struggles and storms, but what family did not? Adam grappled daily with the fact that his family's storms seemed only to grow in intensity, as if there was something dark, ugly, at their core.

Second, Adam also rationalized that he had something to offer the hurting people of the world. He'd dreamed of it often, ever since he was a boy. If it was somehow required that he start again from this little corner of nowhere to get to that dream, then so be it.

"Who will come?" Adam challenged. "Who will come and drink the water of life freely offered to you? Who wants to receive beauty for ashes this very day?"

After a moment's hesitation, candy cutter raised her hand. The same motion lifted her austere husband's eyebrows.

When Adam issued the invitation to come forward for prayer, candy stepped out into the aisle. Senator cutter, restraining a scowl, did not accompany her. Neither did he try to stop her.

And so it began. The resurrection of First church of Leonard and the revival of Pastor Adam Wells's ministry were underway.

After the ser vice, Adam stood on the porch receiving the compliments of the congregants. All three church officials clustered around him. Adam noted that the pillars holding aloft the porch roof and its trio of deacons shared a number of common traits. Men and columns were both graying. They were sturdy, sensible, and supportive.

Adam's view darted toward Anne in the church parking lot. Her uncaring posture, her indifference to the importance of this day, her dark clothing and jet-black nails irritated him. How had they reached such an impasse?

Sunlight flickered on something in her hands. Adam stared. Was that really a cigarette lighter? He fervently hoped she would go somewhere else, out of sight of the church. He wondered if he could whisper a message to Maurene to take Anne away, and quickly.

At that instant deacon Brown — short, square, mustached, and bespectacled, the spokesman for the group — blurted, "it's just that you're so overqualified, Pastor." Brown's tone suggested doubt that Adam Wells could possibly want the Leonard post. "Things being how they are and all. Well, you've heard the salary offer. We don't want to insult you, but at the salary we're able to ..."

Adam continued smiling and nodding while his mind raced. it was time to nip this notion in the bud. He knew they were impressed with his preaching. No way was he going to let this position slip away.

Though there was no course in Bible college offering this particular skill, being able to listen attentively to a conversation on one hand while simultaneously making small talk on the other was a necessary pastoral ability. Adam Wells was well practiced in its use.

"You're Missus Cleveland?" Adam remarked to an elderly woman leaning on the arm of her daughter. "I'm very pleased to meet you."

Maurene stood staunchly by Adam's side, murmuring cheerful greetings and also shaking every hand as the congregation exited the building.

"Brothers." Adam had used the momentary diversion to frame the perfect response and now replied to the deacons as if there had been no gap in the discussion: "Let's just say I'm qualified to serve where the Lord calls me."

Senator and Missus cutter emerged next from the church. In place of the earlier streaks of tears, candy now wore smears of makeup from futile attempts to wipe her eyes. She walked straight toward Adam and shook his hand warmly. "Thank you," she said in a voice hoarse from crying. "Thank you."

The deacons offered bashful grins of approval.

Senator cutter looped around the emotional scene and headed off toward the parking lot without speaking. From his jacket pocket Adam produced a tissue that he pressed into candy's grip. Ducking her head, she smiled shyly, then remained planted on the porch, as if waiting for something.

"And brothers," Adam resumed, "right now it seems as if the Lord is calling me to Leonard."

Candy gave a slight gasp of joy and clapped her hands together.

"Well," deacon Brown said, scratching behind one ear as if unsure how to deal with an unexpected affirmative answer, "the church does have a parsonage, a small house. It's not much, but if you really feel ..."

Adam didn't delay. With swift firmness that betrayed a practiced reaction, he seized the moment. Stretching out his hand, he shook first Brown's, then Deacon Respess's, and finally deacon Morley's, each in turn.

Only two things marred Adam's complete success.

One was the way Senator cutter impatiently returned for his wife, grasping her firmly by the elbow and pulling her away from the church. Adam noticed but did not understand the tension. He also saw Senator cutter exchange a meaningful look with deacon Morley, who in secular life was a bank vice president.

"What was that all about?" Adam wondered. "Guess the senator wasn't prepared for Candy to feel the power of the Spirit like she did. The senator doesn't seem to relish surprises, and his wife certainly sprung one on him today."

The only other thing to rankle Adam's pleasure in his triumph was the sight of Anne, arm warmers pulled down to her wrists, leaning against the rental car, smoking. As if the open disrespect wasn't bad enough, he could tell the instant Mrs. Cleveland and her daughter spotted Anne. Both women's heads snapped upright, then bent together in a shared confidence. They sped up their pace as they walked past but continued studying Anne with evident disapproval.

Adam was relieved when Anne sauntered away toward the church graveyard and out of view of the parking lot.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Beyond the Farthest Star by Bodie Thoene Brock Thoene Copyright © 2011 by Bodie Thoene and Brock Thoene . Excerpted by permission of ZONDERVAN. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

Read More Show Less

Customer Reviews

Average Rating 4.5
( 51 )
Rating Distribution

5 Star

(39)

4 Star

(2)

3 Star

(4)

2 Star

(2)

1 Star

(4)

Your Rating:

Your Name: Create a Pen Name or

Barnes & Noble.com Review Rules

Our reader reviews allow you to share your comments on titles you liked, or didn't, with others. By submitting an online review, you are representing to Barnes & Noble.com that all information contained in your review is original and accurate in all respects, and that the submission of such content by you and the posting of such content by Barnes & Noble.com does not and will not violate the rights of any third party. Please follow the rules below to help ensure that your review can be posted.

Reviews by Our Customers Under the Age of 13

We highly value and respect everyone's opinion concerning the titles we offer. However, we cannot allow persons under the age of 13 to have accounts at BN.com or to post customer reviews. Please see our Terms of Use for more details.

What to exclude from your review:

Please do not write about reviews, commentary, or information posted on the product page. If you see any errors in the information on the product page, please send us an email.

Reviews should not contain any of the following:

  • - HTML tags, profanity, obscenities, vulgarities, or comments that defame anyone
  • - Time-sensitive information such as tour dates, signings, lectures, etc.
  • - Single-word reviews. Other people will read your review to discover why you liked or didn't like the title. Be descriptive.
  • - Comments focusing on the author or that may ruin the ending for others
  • - Phone numbers, addresses, URLs
  • - Pricing and availability information or alternative ordering information
  • - Advertisements or commercial solicitation

Reminder:

  • - By submitting a review, you grant to Barnes & Noble.com and its sublicensees the royalty-free, perpetual, irrevocable right and license to use the review in accordance with the Barnes & Noble.com Terms of Use.
  • - Barnes & Noble.com reserves the right not to post any review -- particularly those that do not follow the terms and conditions of these Rules. Barnes & Noble.com also reserves the right to remove any review at any time without notice.
  • - See Terms of Use for other conditions and disclaimers.
Search for Products You'd Like to Recommend

Recommend other products that relate to your review. Just search for them below and share!

Create a Pen Name

Your Pen Name is your unique identity on BN.com. It will appear on the reviews you write and other website activities. Your Pen Name cannot be edited, changed or deleted once submitted.

 
Your Pen Name can be any combination of alphanumeric characters (plus - and _), and must be at least two characters long.

Continue Anonymously
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 51 Customer Reviews
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2011

    Incredible & Riveting

    This is a refreshing, dynamic story full secrets, twists, and memorable characters. Definitely a page turner, it keeps you hooked without letting you down. I was moved and on the edge of my seat. Then I find there is a movie coming out in 2012. I'm there!

    8 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2013

    Firepaw

    Hello is anyone here. Its me firepaw. Sorry i have been goe so long did yu guys move.

    1 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2011

    Awesome book

    One of the most captivating books I have ever read! It is an incredible story filled with unforgettable characters! Can't hardly wait 'til the film comes out next year!!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2011

    Wow! Really Like this Book!

    Amazing story with genuine, unforgettable characters. Very powerful with danger, secrets and such an intense third act, I couldn't put it down. It is a unique and fresh approach to storytelling. This is a very layered and well crafted tale. From what the book alludes, there is an upcoming film in 2012. I cannot wait to see how the story translates on film!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2014

    Love this book. Anxiously awaiting the film. Telling EVERYONE ab

    Love this book. Anxiously awaiting the film. Telling EVERYONE about it!

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    Stormkit

    I BROUGHT SUNFANG HERE TO CALM YOU DOWN SO YOU WOULDNT HISS AT ANYBODY ELSE, BUT THATS NOT WHAT HAPPENED AND I AM FREAKIN ANGRY.

    0 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 24, 2013

    Blackshadow

    I am

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2013

    Blackfang

    Steps out of the nusery and pads up to hollyclaw and nebula( greetings)

    0 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2013

    Monray

    Good night. GTGTB

    0 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2013

    Mecha to hollyclaw

    You have 3 options.
    1. Bring your clan to combat 9 result 1 and help me capture the elites.
    2. Go to mecha result 1 and become robocats and nearly invincible and then do option #1
    Or
    3. Go on with your pitiful lives

    0 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 22, 2013

    Dovekit

    I am old enough to be an apprentice.

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 12, 2013

    Cats

    They watched everyone nervously. "What do you think we should do? If we leave, we'll probably die, if we stay, we might get killed," the tom said. "Why would we die if we leave?" The she-cat asked. "Because we dont know how to hunt or defend ourselves against foxes and badgers and stuff." "Oh, right." "If we stay, and we dont do anything evil, they find out we're good, they'll kill us."

    0 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2013

    Storm

    Hey

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2013

    Blacktail

    Broken good point old pal

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2012

    *-*

    I am jst watching. Cuz yeah.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2012

    Scarletkit

    Hollyclaw? I'm back. I'm sorry I was inactive for so long.

    0 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 23, 2012

    Master Assassin-cat......to ALL (CAN I JOIN?)

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2013

    A kit

    Walks in and says i will give you one min to let you tell me where you took my friend

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2012

    Darkpelt

    Hey i'm from smog and lets say that no one cares that your coming. We all think your cowards! Ha!

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2012

    Sonic memeber me

    Guys

    0 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

    Was this review helpful? Yes  No   Report this review
See All Sort by: Showing 1 – 20 of 51 Customer Reviews

If you find inappropriate content, please report it to Barnes & Noble
Why is this product inappropriate?
Comments (optional)