Flight of the Eagles (Seven Sleepers Series #1)

Flight of the Eagles (Seven Sleepers Series #1)

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by Gilbert L. Morris
     
 

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Josh Adams, 14, awakes from a 50-year sleep. Ancient prophecy commands him and the other Sleepers to unite in battle against the evil priests, and combat the doubt that threatens their faith.
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Josh Adams, 14, awakes from a 50-year sleep. Ancient prophecy commands him and the other Sleepers to unite in battle against the evil priests, and combat the doubt that threatens their faith.

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ISBN-13:
9780802436818
Publisher:
Moody Publishers
Publication date:
02/28/1994
Series:
Seven Sleepers Series, #1
Pages:
192
Sales rank:
478,788
Product dimensions:
5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 0.60(d)
Age Range:
12 - 17 Years

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Flight of the Eagles


By Gilbert L. Morris

Moody Publisher

Copyright © 1994 Gilbert L. Morris
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-8024-3681-8



CHAPTER 1

The Last Night on Earth


Josh Adams lived with his parents in a small brick house not far from a large city but close to the open countryside. For the first thirteen years of his life—up until about a year before the adventure began—he had led a happy life, enjoying his parents, his school, and his friends. But all at once he shot up until he was more than a head taller than any of his friends. He was, of course, quite clumsy, and several of his schoolmates made matters worse by calling him "Ichabod Crane" or just "Icky" for short.

His father noticed that Josh began to walk with a slouch that made him even more conspicuous. One day, he put his arm around Josh's thin shoulders and pointed at the collie puppy next door, all legs and falling over his own feet.

"That's you, Josh," Mr. Adams said.

"Yeah," Josh muttered grimly.

"And that's what you will be before too long."

Josh stared at the perfectly shaped grown-up collie, then shook his head sadly. "Not in a million years. I'm just a clumsy jerk!" he said.

It was not only that he was clumsy and towered over his friends, though that seemed bad enough. But just when he felt most isolated from what he bitterly called normal people, Sarah came to live at the Adamses' house.

Josh had heard his family talk about some old college friends whose daughter might come for a visit, but when he came home from school one afternoon to find her already moved in, he was caught off guard.

He opened the door and found his mother standing there with a very pretty girl a little younger than himself.

"Josh, this is Sarah Collingwood. We've told you about her so often. Sarah, this is Josh."

Now if Sarah had been a boy, or even if she had been tall and awkward, or if she had been plain, Josh would probably have taken the small hand she reached out to him, and he would have found a close friend, which he sorely needed. However, since Sarah was small, graceful, and quite pretty, Josh turned red and ignored the hand, muttering, "Hi ya," under his breath.

"You know, Josh, we told you that Sarah might get to make a visit, but her parents have agreed that she can stay for the rest of the school year."

Mrs. Adams hugged Sarah warmly. "It'll be so nice for me to have a girl in the house. Josh and his father hunt and fish together all the time—now you and I can do things together."

"I hope so, Mrs. Adams." Sarah smiled. She had large brown eyes and very black hair.

Josh sneaked a glance and saw that she was slender. Her hands were so small that they made his own look like catchers' mitts.

"Josh, I want to discuss some business with your father. Sarah and I have been so busy talking that we haven't even gotten her things up to her room. Why don't you help her do that, and I'll be back soon to start supper."

She gave Sarah another hug, then left them alone.

Josh looked everywhere but at Sarah. His thoughts were gloomy. He was thinking how Sarah would be just like the other girls at school who made fun of him and his appearance.

Now there were two things wrong with this. In the first place, the girls were not making fun of him. Instead, they were noticing that he was filling out and getting to be good-looking.

In the second place, Sarah did not disapprove of him. If Josh had had the courage to look at her, he would have seen a rather frightened young girl, uncertain at being in a strange place and very anxious to be liked by the young man before her. She had just passed out of the leggy, coltish stage that some girls go through and knew very well Josh's feelings of inadequacy.

"Josh," she said shyly, "I hope you don't mind my coming to live here."

Josh wanted to say that he was glad that she'd come, but he covered up his feeling by answering roughly, "Well, where are your folks? Why'd they send you here?" Sarah said, "They're missionaries in Africa."

"Missionaries! Your folks are preachers?"

Actually, Josh enjoyed going to church with his parents. However, he was afraid of being considered "soft," so he affected the tough manner he had seen in others. "Well, don't go trying to preach at me!"

Sarah stiffened and said sharply, "Don't worry about that! I just wish I was home!"

"Why'd you come anyway?"

"My parents said it was because I needed a good school—but it wasn't really that." Her voice trembled slightly as she continued. "The real reason is that there's a revolution in Africa, and it's dangerous. I didn't want to come!"

Josh saw to his dismay that she was about to cry, and he almost did the right thing. He almost smiled, and he almost told Sarah it was great to have her. He almost assured her that they would be great friends and that her parents would be safe. And if he had done this, the following days would have been much more comfortable.

But Sarah was too pretty, and Josh was too afraid of girls.

He merely shrugged toughly. "I don't guess you have to worry about your folks. Missionaries never get killed in revolutions."

Instantly Sarah drew back and blinked away the tears.

Josh could have bitten his tongue, but it was too late.

From that moment, Sarah kept as far from him as possible. They ate at the same table and even walked to school together. But there was a wall between them that Josh could not break down. Sarah found new friends at school, and Josh felt even more sorry for himself, forgetting that he had closed the door on her.


* * *

It was almost a year after Sarah came that the adventure began. Josh was sound asleep one winter evening when he heard his name being called.

"Josh! Josh! Wake up!"

He sat up at once, shielding his eyes against the overhead light. He saw his father standing over him, his face pale and tense.

"What's the matter, Dad?" he cried in sudden fear.

"Son," Mr. Adams said, "we've got to go to the silo. Get dressed quickly."

Josh's father was a scientist who did some sort of secret work for the government. The silo had been part of an old underground missile base that had been made into a laboratory.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Josh asked as he started pulling on his clothes. "Is something wrong with Mom?"

"No, I'll explain on the way, Josh. I've given Sarah a call, but you go by and make sure she's up. Meet us in the car." He rushed out of the room without another word.

Josh scrambled into his clothes, shaking from cold and fear. When he was dressed, he ran down the hall and knocked on Sarah's door.

She opened it at once. She was fully dressed too, and Josh saw that her eyes were large with fear.

"Hurry up," Josh said. "My mom and dad are waiting for us in the car."

"Do you know what's wrong?" Sarah whispered.

"No. Come on, let's hurry."

"I—I think I know what it is," she said. "I think something's wrong with my parents."

Josh paused for a moment. He knew there had been a lot of trouble in the African nation where Sarah's parents were doing their missionary work.

"Well," he said, "I don't think that's it. Why would we be going to the lab in the middle of the night for that?"

Quickly they scurried out of the house through the freezing cold and piled into the car where Josh's parents were waiting.

As soon as Josh slammed the door, Mr. Adams sent the car onto the highway so suddenly that the young people were thrown back against the rear of the seat. Josh had never known his father to drive like that before. Something had to be very wrong.

"Josh and Sarah," Mr. Adams said quietly, "you might have guessed what's happened."

"Is it something about my parents?" Sarah asked quickly.

"Well, Sarah, I just don't know about them, but we're all in danger now."

Suddenly Josh knew what was happening. "It's a war, isn't it, Dad?"

"Yes, Josh, it is. There's been an attack on the East Coast, and reports are that the rest of the country will be bombed at any time. We have to get to the silo."

Then he turned on the radio, and they heard the familiar voice of the president.

"... indeed the most terrible crisis in the history of mankind. I have declared a national emergency, and our armed forces are even now being deployed for our nation's defense. I must warn you, my fellow Americans, that not just our own country but the entire world stands on the brink of destruction tonight. I ask that you pray for—"

Squeak! Crash! Suddenly, the radio went dead. Mr. Adams could find no other station on the dial. The airways were quiet, and everyone in the car fell just as silent.

Soon they pulled up before the plain concrete building that contained the silo. They got out of the car just as the eastern sky was beginning to turn red.

"It's almost daylight," Josh said.

Mr. Adams paused and looked at the sky. Then he said quietly, "That's not the sun."

They moved quickly into the silo. Turning on the lights, Mr. Adams led the way down a winding staircase. As they descended into the earth, Josh had the feeling that he was being buried alive. He suspected that Sarah held the same thought.

Finally, they came to the foot of the stairs. After Mr. Adams unlocked a strange steel door, they entered the silo.

Josh had never been inside the silo. He had always thought it would be filled with huge banks of scientific equipment like the spaceships in movies. But all he saw was a small room and something that looked like a white coffin covered with clear plastic. Several tubes and cables were attached to a machine next to the wall. There was nothing else in the room except a small desk.

Josh and Sarah looked at the casketlike device.

"What's that for, Dad?" Josh asked with sudden fear.

"It's for you, Josh," Mr. Adams said quietly.

"But—what's it for?" Josh asked. He felt Sarah moving closer until she touched him, and he knew that she was sharing his alarm.

Mr. Adams put his arm around his wife and looked at the two youngsters, his face deadly serious. "The world is ending tonight—for a while, at least."

Josh felt Sarah's small hand creep into his. He took her hand and held it tight.

"This war won't be like any that you've ever read about," Mr. Adams said. "It will probably last only a day or two—but it will be so terrible that the world as we know it now will be gone forever."

Suddenly, there was a rumble like distant thunder. They all looked up. Josh knew that anything they could hear so far under the earth through heavy concrete had to be something monstrous. He felt the concrete vibrate under his feet. Then there was a buzzing sound, and a red light went on over the door.

Mr. and Mrs. Adams looked at one another. Then Mrs. Adams put her arm around Sarah and said, "Sarah, it's time for you to go."

"Go!" Sarah cried and held Josh's hand more tightly. "Go where? I—I want to stay with Josh."

"You can't, child," Mr. Adams said. "You see, this is what we've been working on ever since we saw that war was coming." He put his hand on the plastic canopy. "You can call it—well—call it a 'Sleep Capsule,' for that's its purpose. You'll just go to sleep. Then, when it's safe, you'll be awakened—safe and alive."

Josh's mother spoke gently to Sarah. "You see, there aren't two capsules in one place. This way, if something happens, some of the capsules will be sure to get through."

"No one knows where the capsules are," Mr. Adams said. "It's a closely guarded secret. But after you come out, there'll be a way to get all of you together—and start a better world!"

The buzzer sounded, and the red light flashed insistently.

"Come along, Sarah," Mrs. Adams said. "I insisted on going with you to your location so you wouldn't be alone."

She turned and held Josh in her arms tightly and said, "Good night, son. I love you very much."

Josh's mother turned suddenly and moved to the desk. Opening a drawer, she took out a leather-bound book. She stroked the covers, then said, "Josh, for many years I've kept a journal. In it I've put down all the things I believe in." She held it out to him, and there were tears in her eyes. "I want you to have it, son."

Josh took the book and held it carefully. He'd seen his mother writing in her journal and knew that she prized it highly. "I'll—I'll keep it, Mom. And I'll read it too."

Mrs. Adams suddenly threw her arms around him again, whispering, "Whatever happens, Josh, we'll meet again."

Then she released him, and Josh's father opened the massive steel door. An officer in uniform was standing outside. Josh's mother pulled Sarah through the door, and, just as it swung closed, Josh caught one glimpse of Sarah's pale face.

With a catch in her voice, Sarah said, "Josh, I—I'll see you soon!"

Then the door clanged shut. Josh was left alone with his father.

"Dad—what about you and Mom? Where will you be?"

"Well, son, it's very complicated. You'll just have to trust me. We don't have much time, and—" A heavy rumble shook the silo again. "It's time, son."

He must have seen the stark fear in the boy's eyes, and he asked gently, "Josh, do you remember last year when you and I climbed down the mountain in Colorado?"

Joshua nodded silently.

"Well, you remember how you were afraid to go down the face of the steepest cliff? You said, 'I'll go down if you'll hold the rope, Dad.'"

"I remember," Josh said.

"Well, I'm asking you to do that again. I know you're afraid—anyone would be—but if you'll trust me, I'll hold the rope!"

Joshua looked into his father's face for a long moment. Then he said slowly, "All right, Dad. I'll do it."

"Good!" Josh's father hugged him. Then he stepped back and said, "Josh, for the last few weeks, something has been happening to me. I've been having—well, dreams you might call them."

He stopped, and there was the strangest look on his face. "I'm a scientist, and I've always laughed at such things, but Josh, night after night, I've had the same dream."

"What was it, Dad?" Josh asked, seeing his father hesitate.

"Well, a man comes to me. I can never see his face, and I can't really remember what he says. But he always says the same thing, and I can't understand any of it."

"Are you afraid of him, Dad?" Josh questioned.

"No! I always feel better after one of these—visits. It's like everything's going to be all right. But I just can't remember him much—only the song."

"The song?" Josh asked.

"Yes. You know I don't sing very well. But almost every night for a long time, he's been teaching me a song. I don't understand it much, but I think it has something to do with you and Sarah, and what you'll find when you go up to the world again."

"What does the song say?"

"I made a tape of it—the tape is in there," Mr. Adams said, pointing to a brown case. "And some other things. I wanted to study the song, but it must be for you and Sarah. I'm almost sure the man in my dream told me that. You can keep your mother's journal in the case too."

The lights dimmed again, and Josh's father motioned for his son to climb into the white box.

After Josh was comfortably settled, his father moved to unhook the props of the plastic canopy. Then he stopped and nodded to the control board.

"See that switch, son?"

Josh saw one red switch marked simply AWAKE.

"One day, someone will throw that switch. Then you and Sarah and some others will come out of places like this and go into the world. I don't know what kind of a place that world will be—but it won't be like anything you've ever known. Now it's time for us to go, and I want you to promise me to do two things—OK, son?"

"Yes, Dad."

"First, when you come out of here, I want you to believe the song—the one on the tape. Then, for your mother, obey the book—the one she's given you. Will you say those things over and over again, Josh?"

Josh began to say the words. "Believe the song, obey the book."

As he repeated them, he heard his father say quietly, "Good night, Josh. I'll be near you."

Then the lid closed, and there was a sound of escaping gas. Josh began to dive down into a deep sleep.

He found himself saying again, "Believe the song ... obey the book ..." just as he dropped off into a strange sleep. He heard himself murmur, "Good night, Dad. I'll see you ..."

Then he became part of the darkness that was all about.


(Continues...)

Excerpted from Flight of the Eagles by Gilbert L. Morris. Copyright © 1994 Gilbert L. Morris. Excerpted by permission of Moody Publisher.
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GILBERT MORRIS has written numerous novels for both adults and young people. After teaching high school, pastoring several Southern Baptist churches, and chairing the English department at Ouachita Baptist University, Gilbert retired to write and publish full-time. He has written more than 200 novels, including the Seven Sleepers series for youth. He lives in Gulf Shores, Alabama, with his wife, Johnnie.

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Flight of the Eagles (Seven Sleepers Series #1) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
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To delete books u dont like u have to get on barnes and nobles website! By the way i love this book and series the first series i read by gilbert morris!
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This book is a great book if your looking for a ficition adventure story for a child. The hole seven sleepers series is ausome.
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Wow! I was looking for a book with a good and exciting story. I'm glad I found this and decided to buy a copy. THIS IS AWESOME. I also got the next 2 series and both of them are great, too. Every book is filled with exciting adventures and each one leaves you begging for more series. And so I just purchased the rest of the whole series including the lost chronicles. I can't wait to read all of them. I hope the author will write new series about the Seven Sleepers.
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This book is awesome and so cool!!! The whole series is great!! If you haven't read this book or series, you have too. I give it 100000000 stars.
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If you want a story you won't ever put down until your finished. This is the end of the search!
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When nuclear war erupts around the planet, Josh Adams, Sarah Collingwood, and five other teenagers are placed in sleep capsules underground to survive the terrible war. Fifty years later, Josh wakes up--unchanged or aged--to discover a completely different world from the Earth he used to know. Together with a giant, two dwarfs, and a very strange shriveled old man named Crusoe, Josh must set out to find and wake up the other Seven Sleepers so they can fulfill their quest to serve the mysterious Goel. Along the way, the Seven Sleepers are attacked by Snake People, the evil Sanhedrin, and a multitude of other enemies. Can Goel pull them through it safely? Will Josh learn to become the leader he is meant to be? Find out the answers in this excellent book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
'The Flight of the Eagle' is a great book to read. It is about seven people who must Travel through a land where many different obsticals stand in their way.Josh and Sandra, The first two sleepers must find the Others in a quest that will leave you begging for more!
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This book is amazing! Sentiment,hate,danger,safety,reunion,separation,betrayal,loyalty. This book has it all! No matter what your mood, you can open this book and read something that will intrigue and inspire you. EXCELLENTE!
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