Eyes of Elishaby Brandilyn Collins
The murder was ugly. The killer was sure no one saw him. Someone did. In a horrifying vision, Chelsea Adams has relived the victim’s last moments. But who will believe her? Certainly not the police, who must rely on hard evidence. Nor her husband, who barely tolerates Chelsea’s newfound Christian faith. Besides, he’s about to hire the man who
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The murder was ugly. The killer was sure no one saw him. Someone did. In a horrifying vision, Chelsea Adams has relived the victim’s last moments. But who will believe her? Certainly not the police, who must rely on hard evidence. Nor her husband, who barely tolerates Chelsea’s newfound Christian faith. Besides, he’s about to hire the man who Chelsea is certain is the killer to be a vice president in his company. Torn between what she knows and the burden of proof, Chelsea must follow God’s leading and trust him for protection. Meanwhile, the murderer is at liberty. And he’s not about to take Chelsea’s involvement lying down.
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Eyes of Elisha
By Brandilyn Collins
ZondervanCopyright © 2001 Zondervan
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Chapter One"We need to get going, Chels."
Chelsea felt her husband's gentle hand against her back as she lingered to watch the final moment of evening news. Paul had just arrived home from work. His finely woven ecru shirt, 100 percent cotton, light starch, was etched with the cares and stresses of twelve hours at the office. Chelsea's recently donned black dress belied her jeans-clad day at home, ferrying two boys to school and back, doing laundry, going to the dentist.
"Okay." Chelsea punched the green button on the television remote. The evening news spritzed off the screen. She turned to smile at Paul, taking in his square jaw, the intense blue of his eyes. "You make a mighty fine date tonight, Mr. Adams."
"Not half as fine as you." He pulled her close, lips lingering against her neck.
"And you said we had to leave," she teased, hugging him.
"That we do," he said with an affected sigh. "Business awaits."
Downstairs, the baby-sitter sat at the kitchen table, head bent over a textbook. The boys-Michael, twelve, and Scott, ten-were sprawled on the family room carpet in front of the TV. "I want hugs, both of you," Chelsea demanded with a smile. She had to grab hugs whenever she could; the boys considered themselves far too mature to allow anything of the sort in public. "Bye. I love you." She pushed Michael's hair out of his eyes.
Fifteen minutes later, Paul's Lexus sedan wound its way up Skyline Boulevard toward Bayhill, one of their favorite coat-and-tie restaurants overlooking the San Francisco Peninsula. "Remind me of your candidate's name again?" Chelsea rested a hand on her husband's knee. "It's something different."
"Yeah. Gavil Harrison."
"Gavil." She rolled the name around on her tongue, speculating on its owner.
"He's the one who lives in Haverlon."
Chelsea pictured Gavil Harrison taking the 280 Freeway to Highway 92 and turning west toward Skyline Boulevard. Haverlon was only a ten-minute drive up 280 from their town of Woodside, and just north of Redwood City. "Amazing, isn't it," she commented, "to find a candidate right here in the Bay Area. A lot cheaper than moving someone across the country."
Vice president of sales was a new position at AP Systems, created because of increasing demands upon the four regional sales managers as the company continued to grow. Chelsea knew that Gavil had made it through the initial meeting and call-backs with Paul. He'd also passed muster under the meticulous questioning of Henry Morrow, founder of Morrow and Associates, the well-heeled investment firm in Silicon Valley that backed the six-year-old company.
"Well, we're not sure we've found him yet. You've got to pass him first."
Chelsea patted Paul's knee, masking her disbelief. Paul wanted her to feel as though her opinion counted, and she was grateful for that. But what was left for her to say when he'd practically made up his mind?
"Gavil does seem right for us," Paul said. "But I wonder how well he'll transition to a start-up company after fifteen years with a large, well-established firm."
Chelsea was silent. She knew Paul could answer this kind of question better than she could. Paul understood the needs of AP Systems better than anyone; he'd built the software company from the ground up.
"I think you'll like the guy, Chels," he continued, "though I have heard two things that gave me pause for a while. He did have something about ten years ago-a near breakdown due to job stress and personal matters, he says. But I don't see any signs of a problem now, and his references indicate that it hasn't happened since. And one person mentioned he saw Gavil get really angry at someone over the phone. But it sounded like a personal conversation."
Chelsea reflected on this. "So what does that mean? Does he show a tendency to get mad easily at work?"
"Couldn't find anyone who'd say so. And I pried as much as I could into that area without asking people about it outright."
"Then why would this person who mentioned it bring it up? I mean, everyone gets angry once in a while. There must be something more to it than just-that."
Paul shook his head. "I don't know."
Chelsea focused on the darkened trees along the winding road. "How old is Gavil?"
"No. He's been dating someone for about a year, and I think he just moved in with her. I don't think he's ever been married." The car bounced as they rolled across the entrance into Bayhill. "She's divorced, but I don't think she has kids. Look." Paul pointed with his chin toward the restaurant. "That's him going in now."
The car's headlights washed through fog to light the lean figure of a salt-and-pepper-haired man entering the restaurant. Chelsea caught a glimpse of an angular jaw with a stately Grecian nose. "Nice looking," she commented, reaching for her purse.
Over dinner, Chelsea learned that Gavil was an only child, his parents deceased. He'd moved to Haverlon from San Jose about a month ago to live with Marian, the woman he hoped to marry someday, putting his own townhouse up for rent. Chelsea sensed from the oblique reference to "someday" that Marian wasn't ready to commit yet, much to Gavil's frustration. It lay in the slant of his head, the dropping of his eyes as he made the remark. What was the issue-money, kids, values? Fear? She and Paul also had lived together briefly before marrying. She now saw the value of God's plan: waiting until marriage. Silently, Chelsea prayed for God to work in the lives of Gavil and Marian.
The conversation soon turned to business-new trends in software, sales trends of various Silicon Valley competitors up or down, five-year strategies. The possibilities and pitfalls of going public. Gavil mentioned how busy the next few weeks would be for him as he closed out annual sales figures at his current company.
"... in my meeting with them Friday morning," Paul said, cutting his steak. "They've been dragging their feet, but this just might close the deal."
"What about the glitches in the beta test? The people in Atlanta don't sound very patient."
"I know. We've done two things. First, we revamped the program to ..."
Chelsea's mind wandered as she leaned back to let the maître d' take her plate. "Your server is needed by a large party that has just been seated," he explained to her in a low voice. "I'll be serving your dessert." Chelsea nodded. Their soufflé, a specialty of Bayhill's, had been ordered with their entrée because of the time needed to prepare it. A chill stole over Chelsea, and she unconsciously rubbed her arms. She took a drink of coffee, found it lukewarm, and asked for a refill. The maître d' nodded, slipped away, and returned with a silver coffeepot. Conversation at the table continued, unabated, as he lifted her cup and filled it, eyes checking Paul's and Gavil's cups. Smiling at a comment from Gavil, Chelsea watched steam rise from the dark liquid and gratefully encircled the cup with her hands.
Chelsea's eyes danced from her husband to Gavil, comparing qualities. Gavil seemed articulate and creative, his insights bespeaking a solid understanding of the whys and wherefores of the software business. Artfully, Chelsea interjected questions that focused more on his personal life. Gavil's open answers told Chelsea that he understood why she and Paul were interested in this aspect of his life. Theirs proved a common philosophy: a person who lacked integrity in his personal affairs may lack it in business as well. A couple of times, Chelsea sensed the slightest edge in Gavil's tone as he spoke with her, and she wondered if it hinted at a tendency to anger easily. Or perhaps it came from nervousness over wanting to make a good impression. Watching Paul's animation as they finished dinner, Chelsea knew that, after a long, often disheartening search, her husband believed he'd finally found the right person to hire. Any candidate would have some kind of fault. Even if Gavil did have a tendency toward anger at times, his work experience and knowledge far outweighed it.
The soufflé arrived.
Paul excused himself as dessert was being served, asking the maître d' for directions to the rest room. Chelsea smiled at him as he rose, then lifted both eyebrows in a silent "ooooh" at Gavil as they watched the soufflé being spooned onto their plates.
"I've never had one of these before," Gavil said. "Great suggestion."
As the maître d' moved to serve Gavil, Chelsea opened her mouth to reply, but the only sound she heard was the click of her teeth beginning to chatter. She blinked in surprise. "I'm sorry," she blurted. "I ... I must be coming down with ..." Her voice trailed away, and she shook her head. She felt blankness roll across her face as her sight clouded.
Oh, no, she thought, fighting the familiar sensation. Not here, not now!
"What is it?"
Gavil's voice was there but not there. It echoed in a tunnel, retreating, far away. The sound waves twisted and turned, encasing her in a muffled cocoon, then gradually metamorphosed into another place, another time. Gradually, Chelsea began to hear a different tone, at first faint, then increasing in strength. A harsh, choked whisper.
"I hate you! I've always hated you! Look what you made me do!"
Like a disoriented moth caught in a maelstrom, she stretched out her hands antennae-like and waved them before her. They prickled with heat. Other sensations began to form. She lay on cold, hard ground. Her bare legs throbbed as if they'd been scratched by thorns. Her face hurt as though she'd been beaten. Something trickled into her eyes, and she squeezed them shut in unadulterated terror.
The mental image of a forest faded in. Chelsea sensed trees and wild brush around her. The sweet, aromatic smell of eucalyptus penetrated the air, and a light breeze ruffled the tops of towering sequoias.
Sobs shuddered through her lungs as the voice, inches away from her face, spat out again, throatily, "I hate you!"
"No!" Pleading sprang instinctively from Chelsea's lips as she tried to ward off her tormentor. But he proved too strong. Hands grabbed her shoulders, lifted her upper body off the ground, then threw her back with violent force. Crack! Her neck snapped back like a newborn baby's. An all-encompassing, blinding pain seared through her skull.
"Nnnoo." Weaker this time.
She struggled to open blood-filled eyes, seeing only the fuzzy features of a man with dark hair. Again the hands lifted and dashed her head against the ground. She could feel her arms falling, falling, until at last they lay useless across her chest. "No," she struggled to repeat, but the utterance would not come.
A third lifting. A third crack. And a fourth. She could do nothing. She could not fight. She could not move. With each blow the world, her sense of being, grew darker, and she felt her body shutting down.
So this is what dying is like.
This final sense, this thread of consciousness, wrapped itself around her, weaving, intertwining. The forest began fading; the smell of eucalyptus waned. She lay trapped again in the fuzzy walls of the cocoon, then found herself back in the tunnel. She saw only darkness except for a vague flicker that mesmerized her as it slowly danced into focus, kicking shadows onto a background of white.
Linen on a table. A restaurant. Low lights thrown across polished wood and chintz.
The tunnel disappeared. In its place, Bayhill. But the unmistakable sense of evil still clung to her.
Chelsea found her eyes locked with Gavil's. He gawked at her, as if willing her to move. Jesus, help me, Lord Jesus, help me. Her thoughts were jumbled. God had sent her another vision, far more chilling than all the others put together. But this one felt different. She couldn't explain why, but knew with certainty that this event had already taken place. Still, the others had been much more clear. This time, she didn't know details and found herself scrambling to interpret.
"Are you all right, ma'am?" The maître d' looked ill at ease, as if not certain whether to offer help or withdraw his intruding presence.
Chelsea felt her chest close and sucked in a deep breath. Beads of sweat sprang to her skin. She could hear her heart pumping. Her fingers gripped the table, as if intent on sinking dent marks through the wood.
"What is it, Chelsea?" Gavil asked. "What's wrong?"
Deep within her throat, her vocal cords fought for pliancy. The words scraped her throat as they rose on a woolly blanket of air. "Sometimes I ... see things." She said the words without thinking, then wished she could take them back. How ridiculous they must sound.
The maître d' quietly disappeared.
Gavil frowned, shook his head. Then as Chelsea watched, the creases in his forehead smoothed away and his pupils enlarged. He drew back almost imperceptibly, eyes still locked with hers. Stunned, Chelsea saw abject horror flick across his face, as though he'd caught her gasping at secret revelations in his diary.
The moment hung in the air.
She managed to jerk her gaze away and bent her head, noticing with a shudder the raised hair on her arms. "I ... I'm sorry." She pried her fingers open. "I think I'm coming down with something. I just felt a chill-got dizzy for a moment. That's all."
Gavil gathered himself, feigning nonchalance. "Perhaps we should go soon. When Paul gets back." His voice held an edge.
She nodded, eyes averted. Chelsea couldn't look at him again. When Paul returned they were hovering silently over their chocolate soufflés. Neither had touched a bite.
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''Eyes of Elisha' grabs you from the start and doesn't let go.' -- James Scott Bell, , Author
'If you like suspense, your heart rate should increase while reading this novel filled with more turns than a winding mountain-highway and just as dangerous. The characters are bold and believable, the storyline unique and intriguing. Just don't forget to breathe. Will Brandilyn Collins become the Mary Higgins Clark of Christian fiction? No doubt about it.' -- Bev Huston, , Author
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Brandilyn Collins is the bestselling author of several novels including Violet Dawn, Web of Lies, Brink of Death, and Eyes of Elisha. She and her family divide their time between the California Bay Area and Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. Visit her website at www.brandilyncollins.com.
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This is my favorite novel of all times. This is a MUST READ folks! A story filled with suspense, drama, and edge. You won't be able to turn the page fast enough. Brandilyn Collins is the best Christian Suspense Author of all time in my opinion. GOTTA GET IT! God bless!
Eyes of Elisha Chelsea Adams series #1 By Brandilyn Collins Chelsea Adams has discovered that she possess a gift - the ability to observe events that she is not present for. This time she observes a horrific murder - a murder that has yet to be unearthed. But can she come forward with what she knows with no evidence except what she glimpsed through the victims eyes? Believing her gift is from God, Chelsea must decide how to best present her story to the police so that she is not viewed as a religious nut. But the possibility of a killer wandering the streets and coming in contact with those she holds near and dear is something she can't keep to herself. As the case takes unexpected turns Chelsea learns that she needs to wait on God's timing and leading. For readers who love crime fiction this is a book you'll enjoy. Just remember that appearances can be deceiving and the guilty can live with their guilt as long as it is not discovered... The question is what will the guilty do once their crime is exposed. Get ready for some interesting twists on this quest for the truth. I was provided a copy of this book through TBCN/BookFun in exchange for my honest review.
Can people really see visions from God revealing happenings in the future or from the past? In the novel, Eyes of Elisha by Brandilyn Collins, Chelsea Adams has had several visions which all had come true. Being a new Christian, she questions why God has given her this ability. Who can she talk too? Not her husband who is a nonbeliever. She has become friends with a Christian lady who believes in her and gives her support and encourages her to trust God. But what about her latest vision? Will anyone believe her or will everyone think she is crazy? While Chelsea is out at a restaurant with her husband and well- qualified applicant for a high position in her husband’s company, she is suddenly moved into the body of a young lady who is being murdered. When the vision ends, she sees guilt in his eyes! God has given her the vision, and he must be the murderer! Or is he? This book kept me on the edge of my seat with its twists and turns of suspense. I recommend it highly! I received a copy from the author and publisher of The Book Club Network in exchange for an honest review.
Eyes of Elisha, first in the Chelsea Adams series by Brandilyn Collins is a fast-paced murder mystery that suspense lovers will not want to miss. From the first chapter to the last, the twists and turns in the plot keep the pages turning. Chelsea sometimes 'sees things' and oh boy, did she see something this time. When she brings her vision to the police the intrigue begins. What will the impact be on her husband, on the man she has 'seen'? Will the police even believe her or just think she is a crazy nutcase? Collins has created a believable and thrilling story with characters who are realistic and fascinating. There is a strong Christian theme throughout the book and yet it is down to earth. The Christian characters have faith in God and know the importance of prayer and yet they doubt and have fears as well. Eyes of Elisha is a well-done who-dun-it and this reader is eagerly awaiting volume 2 in the series. I received a copy of this book through The Book Club Network in exchange for my honest review.
Eyes of Elisha by Brandilyn Collins is the first book in the Chelsea Adams Series. Chelsea Adams became a Christian a year ago and began having visions (mostly of future incidents). Chelsea believes the visions are from God. Then she has a vision of a murder that had already occurred. Chelsea sets out to find the victim and the killer. Her husband, Paul, is skeptical about her visions and avoids talking to her about God. How will this investigation affect their marriage? Will Paul ever accept her visions? I did not enjoy Eyes of Elisha. I thought it would be good with the visions and the mystery. However, the Christian elements (a lot of prayer and Bible verses) overshadowed everything else. The mystery was extremely simple (I knew who the killer was as soon as the character as introduced). I like Christian stories, but where the Christian element is barely noticeable (subtle and not in your face). I was not drawn into the story (by the characters or the storyline). I give Eyes of Elisha 3 out of 5 stars (it was okay but its potential was not realized). I just do not think that I am the right audience for this novel. I received a complimentary copy of Eyes of Elisha from the author through The Book Club Network, Inc. in exchange for an honest review.
Ms. Collins is a brilliant author. I have never been disappointed with any of her books (and I have read most of them). She always spins a fantastic story that makes the reader want to keep reading, even if it means not cooking dinner or going to bed in a timely manner. In Eyes of Elisha we meet Chelsea Adams, who has the ability to see events that have already happened. These “visions” come to her without warning and are often frightening. In this book, Chelsea has a vision of a woman being killed. She has this vision while she and her husband are having dinner with a person they want to hire into their company. Chelsea sees the brutal killing of a woman and believes the man they are having dinner with, Gavil Harrison, is responsible for this murder. What will she do with this knowledge? And how do you prove who killed this young lady when all you have to go by is a “vision from God.” If you have read any of Ms. Collins books, you know she is a very talented author and this book does not disappoint. If you have not read any of Ms. Collins’ books, now is the time to start. You will be glad you did. I received a copy of this book from bookfun.org in exchange for an honest review.
Eyes of Elisha was a great book. I loved the subject matter on the back of the book and couldn’t wait to read it. Definitely made me want to read the next one in the series. I love the suspense/mystery that Ms. Collins is so great at writing. I received this book for free from The Book Club Network and the author in exchange for my honest review. I placed my review on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Goodreads, and Deeper Shopping, if available.
Chelsea has visions. Visions she says come from God. She has seen things before they happen and helps to prevent them. Except her latest vision has already happened. A young girl was murdered and she is seeing it and feeling it like it's her there. She feels the evil around her. When she tells her husband and wants to go to the police, he tells her they will think she's crazy. Chelsea is a Christian but her husband is not and it causes conflict in their marriage. He has a hard time accepting her visions and that they are from God. She goes on her own to the place where she knows the murder took place. As she searches from what she's seen in her vision, she soon sees a body lying in a heap in a gully. She frantically starts running until she runs into a park ranger. Soon the authorities are called to the scene. Chelsea and others soon find out things are not always as they seem. This novel was full of surprises, emotion and heart pounding suspense. At times the description penned by the author was so real to me. At one point reading, I was alone at night in my house and just like Chelsea, when she was alone, I kept hearing noises and sounds. My heart picked up speed more than once while reading. I enjoyed the spiritual aspects as well throughout. I am not normally a fast reader but I finished this 415 page book in less than two days, it was that good! It would make a great movie. I was given this book by the publisher through Bookfun.org for my honest opinion, which I have given.
Eyes of Elisha is the first installment of the Chelsea Adams Series. Right from page 1, I was hooked in the story. The book is full of mystery, suspense and action. I was kept guessing what would happen next and my attention was held until the end. I had this book read in no time, as I just couldn't put it down. I can't wait to read what happens in the next installment of the series. Great book and I highly recommend it! 5 plus stars I received this book from bookfun.org in exchange for my honest opinion, which was given.
I have long been a fan of this author’s work. I have devoured the Hadleyville series, the Kenner Lake series, and the Hidden Faces series as well as several standalones. I have enjoyed these intelligent, complex, suspense stories. They are populated with likeable characters who try to live their Christian faith to the best of their abilities, sometimes failing but always picked up and forgiven. The bad guys are evil and conniving and are fought at personal risk by the hero/ heroine. The books are engaging and un-put-down-able. This one is no exception. EYES OF ELISHA is the first in the Chelsea Adams series featuring a housewife and mother who receives visions from God that she doesn’t want or understand. Chelsea has a vision of a murder of a young girl and leads the police to her body and a plausible suspect. We experience the police investigation and trial with the characters, wanting justice and closure. The detective Dan is a devout Christian who hesitates to speak of his faith in the context of his work life. He struggles with knowing when to take a bold stand and with accepting and supporting Chelsea’s visions. Like all of us, Dan and Chelsea don’t always understand God’s will for their lives, but they do realize He is the one in charge of the whole situation. I wholeheartedly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys suspense with intense, emotional storylines. I received this book through The Book Club Network in exchange for this my honest opinion.
I met Brandilyn Collins at the 2007 ACFW Conference. (American Christian Fiction Writers) She was such a delightful lady I just had to buy one of her books. (Like I need an excuse to buy books.) I had to limit my purchases somehow so I chose books from authors I met at the conference. Before the conference I had checked out Brandilyn's blog, and read about the trauma she went through writing EYES OF ELISHA. So that's the book I bought. The cover looks rather spooky and while I love suspense and mystery, I don't do horror well. I put it on the back burner and read some of the other books first. Then one day I got brave and read this book. It's not horror after all. Sorry Brandilyn, now I know you have never been classified as a horror writer. To make a long story short, I'm now hooked on this dear ladies writing. No wonder her tag line is 'Don't forget to breathe.' If you like reading Iris Johanson's writing, you will love this book by Brandilyn Collins.
This story hooked me from page one. It was a little 'far out' that Chelsea has these visions but I was hooked nevertheless. I would recommend this book to any suspense fan.
Mystery, suspense, drama. A definite page turning delight. If you are anything like me, a mom who loves to escape reality inside the covers of a great murder mystery, than Eyes of Elisha is perfect for you. I have always loved mysteries. But as a Christian, I was struggling with the who-dunnits out there because they always seemed to come bundled with bad language, inappropriate bedroom scenes, and all kinds of stuff I didn¿t want to read. So many times, I simply gave up on my love for a great mystery. That was until I discovered Brandilyn Collins and her seatbelt suspense novels. Eyes of Elisha tells the story of Chelsea Adams, a devoted Christian who begins to get visions from God about events that took place. She must then struggle with what to do with her knowledge. Certainly no one in their right mind would believe her. She¿s not sure to believe it herself. But our God is an amazing God, and He guides her through, even as her non-believing husband barely tolerates her faith. ¿Torn between what she knows and the burden of proof, Chelsea must follow God¿s leading and trust him for protection.¿ The twists and turns in Eyes of Elisha will keep you guessing and make your heart beat fast as you flip page after page. As for me, I am hooked, absolutely hooked on anything Brandilyn Collins has written, and I am working my way through her novels one at a time. Many of her books are written is series format, but can also be read as individual novels. Just when I think she¿s outdone herself, the next story gets even better. The sequel to Eyes of Elisha is Dread Champion, and will keep you on the edge of your seat. So buckle up, and get ready for the ride of your life in Eyes of Elisha. Just don¿t forget to B-R-E-A-T-H-E¿..
This book was a refreshing change to traditional Christian fiction. It was like watching a movie, a twist and turn around the corner throughout the whole book. But at the same time there was a nice balance of spirituality
I'm not into reading books out of our church libray because i thought all the books were just about God. I know that its good to read about him and learn about him but its not always the fun thing to do. when i read this book i was not only learning about the power of the lord i was also reading a book i enjoyed. I truly think that when and if you read 'Eyes of Elisha' you'll really love it.