Nicolae: The Rise of Antichrist (Left Behind Series #3)

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Overview

First they were left behind. Then they formed the Tribulation Force. Now they must face Nicolae.
In Nicolae, the most explosive of the three books thus far, the seven-year tribulation is nearing the end of its first quarter, when prophecy says that "the wrath of the Lamb" will be poured out upon the earth. Rayford Steele becomes the ears of the tribulation saints at the highest levels of the Carpathia regime. Meanwhile, Buck Williams attempts a dramatic all-night rescue run from Israel through the Sinai that will hold your breathless to the end.
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In this third installment to the Left Behind series, two years have passed since the Rapture, and as the seven-year period hurtles toward the midpoint, the Tribulation Force faces conflict at every turn in their holy war against Nicolae Carpathia, the ruler of the new Global Community -- the Antichrist. Nicolae is the quite simply the most powerful, gripping and thought-provoking of novel of the first three.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780842329248
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 6/28/1998
  • Series: Left Behind Series , #3
  • Pages: 448
  • Lexile: 850L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.62 (w) x 8.24 (h) x 1.13 (d)

Meet the Author

Jerry B. Jenkins & Tim LaHaye
When the Left Behind series became a publishing phenomenon, no one was more surprised than its authors, evangelical preacher Tim LaHaye (left) and fiction writer Jerry B. Jenkins. Audiences gobbled up the duo’s thrilling novels, which combine romance, morality questions, and high-tech gadgetry against the dramatic backdrop of the apocalypse.

Biography

Sometimes, while sitting on airplanes, evangelical preacher Tim LaHaye would ask himself, “What if the Rapture occurred on an airplane?" That germ of an idea grew into the phenomenally successful Left Behind series, which LaHaye coauthors with fiction writer Jerry B. Jenkins. The books combine Biblical prophecy with speculative fiction to produce an action-packed thriller about events between the Rapture, when (according to one Christian tradition) the faithful will ascend to heaven, and the Second Coming.

Before the series began, Jenkins had carved out a career writing other people's autobiographies -- he ghostwrote or co-wrote those of Billy Graham, Orel Herschiser, Hank Aaron, and Nolan Ryan, among others -- as well as writing novels and a few inspirational books on marriage and parenting. Tim LaHaye also wrote books on marriage and faith, served as the pastor for a ministry in California, and co-founded The Pre-Trib Research Center, a Bible scholarship group dedicated to the study of end-times prophecy. LaHaye spent several years searching for a coauthor who could take his vision of the earth's last days -- including that intriguing image of passengers vanishing from an airplane -- and spin it into fiction. Finally, LaHaye and Jenkins were introduced by their mutual literary agent at Alive Communications, and Jenkins began writing the story of airline captain Rayford Steele, whose wife and son vanish along with millions of other true believers. Those "left behind" on Earth have a last chance to choose sides in the ensuing battle between good and evil.

The books became a blockbuster hit. Sales of the Left Behind series soared with each successive volume, and by 2001, ABC News reported, 50 million had been sold. "The formula combines Tom Clancy-like suspense with touches of romance, high-tech flash and Biblical references," The New York Times wrote, explaining how its authors pulled off "an unparalleled achievement for an evangelical novel." LaHaye and Jenkins were stunned by their own success: "I've been writing for 40 years, with 12 million books in print, but I've never seen anything like this," said LaHaye.

The series has spawned a slew of spinoffs: comic books, calendars, a young adults' series, dramatized audio recordings and a movie based on the first book. It has also generated controversy, both within and without the Christian community, for issues ranging from politics (the U.N. figures into the story as a tool of the Antichrist) to Scriptural interpretation (many New Testament scholars reject LaHaye's belief, first popularized by John Nelson Darby in the 1830s, in a seven-year tribulation period following the Rapture).

But LaHaye and Jenkins are convinced that their message is getting through to their readers. They estimate that more than 2,000 people have converted as a result of reading the Left Behind books. "And needless to say, for us that's more important than bestsellers, or money, or anything else," says Jenkins.

Good To Know

Jerry Jenkins is also the writer of a syndicated comic strip, "Gil Thorp," which runs in 60 newspapers nationwide.
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    1. Hometown:
      Jerry B. Jenkins lives in Black Forest, Colorado
    1. Education:
      Tim LaHaye has a B.A., Bob Jones University; and a Doctorate of Ministries, Western Baptist Seminary
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Chapter One


It was the worst of times; it was the worst of times.

    Rayford Steele's knees ached as he sat behind the wheel of the rented Lincoln. He had dropped to the pavement at the crushing realization of his pastor's death. The physical pain, though it would stay with him for days, would prove minor compared to the mental anguish of having yet again lost one of the dearest people in his life.

    Rayford felt Amanda's eyes on him. She laid one comforting hand on his thigh. In the backseat his daughter, Chloe, and her husband, Buck, each had a hand on his shoulder.

    What now? Rayford wondered, What do we do without Bruce? Where do we go?

    The Emergency Broadcast System station droned on with the news of chaos, devastation, terror, and destruction throughout the world. Unable to speak over the lump in his throat, Rayford busied himself maneuvering his way through the incongruous traffic jams. Why were people out? What did they expect to see? Weren't they afraid of more bombs, or fallout?

    "I need to get to the Chicago bureau office," Buck said.

    "You can use the car after we get to the church," Rayford managed. "I need to get the word out about Bruce."

    Global Community peacekeeping forces supervised local police and emergency relief personnel directing traffic and trying to get people to return to their homes. Rayford relied on his many years in the Chicago area to use back roads and side streets to get around the major thoroughfares, which were hopelessly clogged.

    Rayford wondered if he should have taken Buck up on his offer to drive. But Rayford had not wanted to appear weak. He shook his head. There's no limit to the pilot's ego! He felt as if he could curl into a ball and cry himself to sleep.

    Nearly two years since the vanishing of his wife and son, along with millions of others, Rayford no longer harbored illusions about his life in the twilight of history. He had been devastated. He lived With deep pain and regret. This was so hard....

    Rayford knew his life could be even worse. Suppose he had not become a believer in Christ and was still lost forever. Suppose he had not found a new love and was alone. Suppose Chloe had also vanished. Or he had never met Buck. There was much to be grateful for. Were it not for the physical touch of the other three in that car, Rayford wondered if he would have had the will to go on.

    He could hardly imagine not having come to know and love Bruce Barnes. He had learned more and been enlightened and inspired more by Bruce than anyone else he'd ever met. And it wasn't just Bruce's knowledge and teaching that made the difference. It was his passion. Here was a man who immediately and clearly saw that he had missed the greatest truth ever communicated to mankind, and he was not about to repeat the mistake.

    "Daddy, those two guards by the overpass seem to be waving at you," Chloe said.

    "I'm trying to ignore them," Rayford said. "All these nobodies-trying-to-be-somebodies think they have a better idea about where the traffic should go. If we listen to them, we'll be here for hours. I just want to get to the church."

    "He's hollering at you with a bullhorn," Amanda said, and she lowered her window a few inches.

    "You in the white Lincoln!" came the booming voice. Rayford quickly turned off the radio. "Are you Rayford Steele?"

    "How would they know that?" Buck said.

    "Is there any limit to the Global Community intelligence network?" Rayford said, disgusted.

    "If you're Rayford Steele," came the voice again, "please pull your vehicle to the shoulder!"

    Rayford considered ignoring even that but thought better of it. There would be no outrunning these people if they knew who he was. But how did they know?

    He pulled over.


Buck Williams pulled his hand from Rayford's shoulder and craned his neck to see two uniformed soldiers scampering down the embankment. He had no idea how Global Community forces had tracked down Rayford, but one thing was certain: it would not be good for Buck to be discovered with Carpathia's pilot.

    "Ray," he said quickly, "I've got one set of phony IDs in the name of Herb Katz. Tell 'em I'm a pilot friend of yours or something."

    "OK," Rayford said, "but my guess is they'll be deferential to me. Obviously, Nicolae is merely trying to reconnect with me."

    Buck hoped Rayford was right. It made sense that Carpathia would want to make sure his pilot was all right and could somehow get him back to New Babylon. The two uniforms now stood behind the Lincoln, one speaking into a walkie-talkie, the other on a cell phone. Buck decided to go on the offensive and opened his door.

    "Please remain in the vehicle," Walkie-Talkie said.

    Buck slumped back into his seat and switched his phony papers with his real ones. Chloe looked terrified. Buck put his arm around her and drew her close. "Carpathia must have put out an all points bulletin. He knew your dad had to rent a car, so it didn't take long to track him down."

    Buck had no idea what the two GC men were doing behind the car. All he knew was that his entire perspective on the next five years had changed in an instant. When global war broke out an hour before, he wondered if he and Chloe would survive the rest of the Tribulation. Now with the news of Bruce's death, Buck wondered if they wanted to survive. The prospect of heaven and being with Christ sure seemed better than living in whatever remained of this world, even if Buck had to die to get there.

    Walkie-Talkie approached the driver's-side window. Rayford lowered it. "You are Rayford Steele, are you not?"

    "Depends on who's asking," Rayford said.

    "This car, with this license number, was rented at O'Hare by someone claiming to be Rayford Steele. If that's not you, you're in deep trouble."

    "Wouldn't you agree," Rayford said, "that regardless who I am, we're all in deep trouble?"

    Buck was amused at Rayford's feistiness, in light of the situation.

    "Sir, I need to know if you are Rayford Steele."

    "I am."

    "Can you prove that, sir?"

    Rayford appeared as agitated as Buck had ever seen him. "You flag me down and holler at me through a bullhorn and tell me I'm driving Rayford Steele's rental car, and now you want me to prove to you that I'm who you think I am?"

    "Sir, you must understand the position I'm in. I have Global Community potentate Carpathia himself patched through to a secure cell phone here. I don't even know where he's calling from. If I put someone on the phone and tell the potentate it's Rayford Steele, it had blamed better be Rayford Steele."

    Buck was grateful that Rayford's cat-and-mouse game had taken the spotlight off the others in the car, but that didn't last. Rayford slipped from his breast pocket his ID wallet, and as the GC man studied it, he asked idly, "And the others?"

    "Family and friends," Rayford said. "Let's not keep the potentate waiting."

    "I'm going to have to ask you to take this call outside the car, sir. You understand the security risks."

    Rayford sighed and left the car. Buck wished Walkie-Talkie would disappear too, but he merely stepped out of Rayford's way and pointed him toward his partner, the one with the phone. Then he leaned in and spoke to Buck. "Sir, in the event that we transport Captain Steele to a rendezvous point, would you be able to handle the disposition of this vehicle?"

    Do all uniformed people talk this way? Buck wondered. "Sure."

    Amanda leaned over. "I'm Mrs. Steele," she said. "Wherever Mr. Steele is going, I'm going."

    "That will be up to the potentate," the guard said, "and providing there's room in the chopper."


"Yes sir," Rayford said into the phone, "I'll see you soon then."

    Rayford handed the cell phone to the second guard. "How will we get to wherever we're supposed to go?"

    "A copter should be here momentarily."

    Rayford motioned for Amanda to pop the trunk but to stay in the car. As he shouldered both their bags, he leaned in her window and whispered. "Amanda and I have to rendezvous with Carpathia, but he couldn't even tell me where he was or where we would meet. That phone is only so secure. I get the feeling it's not far away, unless they're coptering us to an airfield from which we'll fly somewhere else. Buck, you'd better get this car back to the rental company soon. It'll be too easy to connect you with me otherwise."

    Five minutes later Rayford and Amanda were airborne. "Any idea where we're going?" Rayford shouted to one of the Global Community guards.

    The guard Clapped the chopper pilot on the shoulder and shouted, "Are we at liberty to say where we're going?"

    "Glenview!" the pilot hollered.

    "Glenview Naval Air Station has been closed for years," Rayford said.

    The chopper pilot turned to look at him. "The big runway's still open! The man's there now!"

    Amanda leaned close to Rayford. "Carpathia's in Illinois already?"

    "He must have been out of Washington before the attack. I thought they might have taken him to one of the bomb shelters at the Pentagon or the National Security Administration, but his intelligence people must have figured those would be the first places the militia would attack."


* * *


"This reminds me of when we were first married," Buck said as Chloe snuggled close to him.

    "What do you mean `when we were first married'? We're still newlyweds!"

    "Shh!" Buck said quickly. "What're they saying about New York City?"

    Chloe turned up the radio. "... devastating carnage everywhere here in the heart of Manhattan. Bombed-out buildings, emergency vehicles picking their way through debris, Civil Defense workers pleading with people over loudspeakers to stay underground."

    Buck heard the panic in the reporter's voice as he continued. "I'm seeking shelter myself now, probably too late to avoid the effects of radiation. No one knows for certain if the warheads were nuclear, but everyone is being urged to take no risks. Damage estimates will be in the billions of dollars. Life as we know it here may never be the same. There's devastation as far as the eye can see.

    "All major transportation centers have been closed if not destroyed. Huge traffic jams have snarled the Lincoln Tunnel, the Triborough Bridge, and every major artery out of New York City. What has been known as the capital of the world looks like the set of a disaster movie. Now back to the Cable News/Global Community News Network in Atlanta."

    "Buck," Chloe said, "our home. Where will we live?"

    Buck didn't answer. He stared at the traffic and wondered at the billowing clouds of black smoke and intermittent balls of orange flame that seemed to hover directly over Mt. Prospect. It was like Chloe to worry about her home. Buck was less concerned about that. He could live anywhere and seemed to have lived everywhere. As long as he had Chloe and shelter, he was all right. But she had made their ridiculously expensive Fifth Avenue penthouse flat her own.

    Finally, Buck spoke. "They won't let anybody back into New York for days, maybe longer. Even our vehicles, if they survived, won't be available to us."

    "What are we going to do, Buck?"

    Buck wished he knew what to say. He usually had an answer. Resourcefulness had been the trademark of his career. Regardless of the obstacle, he had somehow made do in every imaginable situation or venue in the world at one time or another. Now, with his new, young wife beside him, not knowing where she would live or how they would manage, he was at a loss. All he wanted to do was to make sure his father-in-law and Amanda were safe, in spite of the danger of Rayford's work, and to somehow get to Mt. Prospect to assess what was happening to the people of New Hope Village Church and to inform them of the tragedy that had befallen their beloved pastor.

    Buck had never had patience for traffic jams, but this was ridiculous. His jaw tightened and his neck stiffened as his palms squeezed the wheel. The late-model car was a smooth ride, but inching along in near gridlock made the huge automotive power plant feel like a stallion that wanted to run free.

    Suddenly an explosion rocked their car and nearly lifted it off its tires. Buck wouldn't have been surprised had the windows blown in around them. Chloe shrieked and buried her head in Buck's chest. Buck scanned the horizon for what might have caused the concussion. Several cars around them quickly pulled off the road. In the rearview mirror Buck saw a mushroom cloud slowly rise and assumed it was in the neighborhood of O'Hare International Airport, several miles away.

    CNN/GCN radio almost immediately reported the blast. "This from Chicago: Our news base there has been taken out by a huge blast. No word yet on whether this was an attack by militia forces or a Global Community retaliatory strike. We have so many reports of warfare, bloodshed, devastation, and death in so many major cities around the globe that it will be impossible for us to keep up with all of it...."

    Buck looked quickly behind him and out both side windows. As soon as the car ahead gave him room, he whipped the wheel left and punched the accelerator. Chloe gasped as the car jumped the curb and went down through a culvert and up the other side. Buck drove on a parkway and passed long lines of creeping vehicles.

    "What are you doing, Buck?" Chloe said, bracing herself on the dashboard.

    "I don't know what I'm doing, babe, but I know one thing I'm not doing: I'm not poking along in a traffic jam while the world goes to hell."


* * *


The guard who had flagged down Rayford from the overpass now lugged his and Amanda's baggage out of the helicopter. He led the Steeles, ducking under the whirring blades, across a short tarmac and into a single-story brick building at the edge of a long airstrip. Weeds grew between the cracks in the runway. A small Learjet sat at the end of the strip close to the chopper, but Rayford noticed no one in the cockpit and no exhaust from the engine. "I hope they don't expect me to fly that thing!" he hollered at Amanda as they hurried inside.

    "Don't worry about that," their escort said. "The guy who flew it here will get you as far as Dallas and the big plane you'll be flying."

    Rayford and Amanda were ushered to garishly colored plastic chairs in a small, shabbily appointed military office, decorated in early Air Force. Rayford sat, gingerly massaging his knees. Amanda paced, stopping only when their escort motioned that she should sit down. "I am free to stand, am I not?" she said.

    "Suit yourself. Please wait here a few moments for the potentate."


C * * *


Buck was waved at, pointed at, and hollered at by traffic cops, and he was honked at and obscenely gestured at by other motorists. He was not deterred. "Where are you going?" Chloe insisted.

    "I need a new car," he said. "Something tells me it's going to be our only chance to survive."

    "What are you talking about?"

    "Don't you see, Chlo'?" he said. "This war has just broken out. It's not going to end soon. It's going to be impossible to drive a normal vehicle anywhere."

    "So what're you gonna do, buy a tank?"

    "If it wasn't so conspicuous, I just might."

    Buck cut across a huge grassy field, through a parking lot, and beside a sprawling suburban high school. He drove between tennis courts and across soccer and football fields, throwing mud and sod in the air as the big car fishtailed. Radio reports continued from around the world with news of casualties and mayhem while Buck Williams and his bride careened on, speeding through yield signs and sliding around curves. Buck hoped he was somehow pointed in the right direction. He wanted to wind up on Northwest Highway, where a series of car dealerships comprised a ghetto of commercialism.

    A last sweeping turn led Buck out of the subdivision, and he saw what his favorite traffic reporter always said was "heavy, slow, stop-and-go" traffic all along Northwest Highway. He was in a mood and in a groove, so he just kept going. Pulling around angry drivers, he rode along a soft shoulder for more than a mile until he came upon those car dealerships. "Bingo!" he said.


* * *


Rayford was stunned, and he could tell Amanda was too, at the demeanor of Nicolae Carpathia. The dashing young man, now in his mid-thirties, had seemingly been thrust to world leadership against his own will overnight. He had gone from being nearly an unknown in the lower house of Romanian government to president of that country, then almost immediately had displaced the secretary-general of the United Nations. After nearly two years of peace and a largely successful campaign to charm the masses following the terror-filled chaos of the global vanishings, Carpathia now faced significant opposition for the first time.

    Rayford had not known what to expect from his boss. Would Carpathia be hurt, offended, enraged? He seemed none of the above. Ushered by Leon Fortunato, a sycophant from the New Babylon office, into the long-unused administrative office at the former Glenview Naval Air Station, Carpathia seemed excited, high.

    "Captain Steele!" Carpathia exalted. "Al—, uh, An—, uh, Mrs. Steele, how good to see you both and to know that you are well!"

    "It's Amanda," Amanda said.

    "Forgive me, Amanda," Carpathia said, reaching for her hand with both of his. Rayford noticed how slow she was to respond. "In all the excitement, you understand ..."

    The excitement, Rayford thought. Somehow World War III seems more than excitement.

    Carpathia's eyes were ablaze, and he rubbed his hands together, as if thrilled with what was going on. "Well, people," he said, "we need to get headed home."

    Rayford knew Carpathia meant home to New Babylon, home to Hattie Durham, home to Suite 216, the potentate's entire floor of luxuriously appointed offices in the extravagant and sparkling Global Community headquarters. Despite Rayford and Amanda's sprawling, two-story condo within the same four-block complex, neither had ever remotely considered New Babylon home.

    Still rubbing his hands as if he could barely contain himself, Carpathia turned to the guard with the walkie-talkie. "What is the latest?"

    The uniformed GC officer had a wire plugged in his ear and appeared startled that he had been addressed directly by Carpathia himself. He yanked out the earplug and stammered, "What? I mean, pardon me, Mr. Potentate, sir."

    Carpathia leveled his eyes at the man. "What is the news? What is happening?"

    "Uh, nothing much different, sir. Lots of activity and destruction in many major cities."

    It seemed to Rayford that Carpathia was having trouble manufacturing a look of pain. "Is this activity largely centered in the Midwest and East Coast?" the potentate asked.

    The guard nodded. "And some in the South," he added.

    "Virtually nothing on the West Coast then," Carpathia said, more a statement than a question. The guard nodded. Rayford wondered if anyone other than those who believed Carpathia was Antichrist himself would have interpreted Carpathia's look as one of satisfaction, almost glee. "How about Dallas/Ft. Worth?" Carpathia asked.

    "DFW suffered a hit," the guard said. "Only one major runway is still open. Nothing's coming in, but lots of planes are heading out of there."

    Carpathia glanced at Rayford. "And the military strip nearby, where my pilot was certified on the 757?"

    "I believe that's still operational, sir," the guard said.

    "All right then, very good," Carpathia said. He turned to Fortunato. "I am certain no one knows our whereabouts, but just in case, what do you have for me?'

    The man opened a canvas bag that seemed incongruous to Rayford. Apparently he had gathered Air Force leftovers for a disguise for Carpathia. He produced a cap that didn't match a huge, dress overcoat. Carpathia quickly donned the getup and motioned that the four others in the room should gather around him. "The jet pilot is where?" he asked.

    "Waiting just outside the door, per your instructions, sir," Fortunato said.

    Carpathia pointed to the armed guard. "Thank you for your service. You may return to your post via the helicopter. Mr. Fortunato and the Steeles and I will be flown to a new plane, on which Captain Steele will transport me back to New Babylon."

    Rayford spoke up. "And that is in—?"

    Carpathia raised a hand to silence him. "Let us not give our young friend here any information he would have to be responsible for," he said, smiling at the uniformed guard. "You may go." As the man hurried away, Carpathia spoke quietly to Rayford. "The Condor 216 awaits us near Dallas. We will then fly west to go east, if you know what I mean."

    "I've never heard of a Condor 216," Rayford said. "It's unlikely I'm qualified to—"

    "I have been assured," Carpathia interrupted, "that you are more than qualified."

    "But what is a Condor 2—"

    "A hybrid I designed and named myself," Carpathia said. "Surely you do not think what has happened here today was a surprise to me."

    "I'm learning," Rayford said, sneaking a glance at Amanda, who appeared to be seething.

    "You are learning," Carpathia repeated, smiling broadly. "I like that. Come, let me tell you about my spectacular new aircraft as we travel."

    Fortunato raised a forefinger. "Sir, my recommendation is that you and I run together to the end of the airstrip and board the jet. The Steeles should follow when they see us get on board."

    Carpathia held the oversized hat down onto his styled hair and slipped in behind Fortunato as the aide opened the door and nodded to the waiting jet pilot. The pilot immediately took off running toward the Learjet as Fortunato and Carpathia jogged several yards behind. Rayford slipped an arm around Amanda's waist and drew her close.

    "Rayford," Amanda said, "have you ever once in your life heard Nicolae Carpathia misspeak?"

    "Misspeak?"

    "Stutter, stammer, have to repeat a word, forget a name?"

    Rayford suppressed a smile, amazed he could find anything humorous on what could easily be the last day of his life on earth. "Besides your name, in other words?"

    "He does that on purpose, and you know it," she said.

    Rayford shrugged. "You're probably right. But with what motive?"

    "I have no idea," she said.

    "Hon, do you see no irony in your being offended by the man we're convinced is the Antichrist?" Amanda stared at him. "I mean," he continued, "listen to yourself. You expect common courtesy and decency from the most evil man in the history of the universe?"

    Amanda shook her head and looked away. "When you put it that way," she muttered, "I suppose I am being oversensitive."


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Buck sat in the sales manager's office of a Land Rover dealership. "You never cease to amaze me," Chloe whispered.

    "I've never been conventional, have I?"

    "Hardly, and now I suppose any hope of normalcy is out the window."

    "I don't need any excuse for being unique," he said, "but everyone everywhere will be acting impulsively soon enough."

    The sales manager, who had busied himself with paperwork and figuring a price, turned the documents and slid them across the desk toward Buck. "You're not trading the Lincoln, then?"

    "No, that's a rental," Buck said. "But I am going to ask you to return that to O'Hare for me." Buck looked up at the man without regard to the documents.

    "That's highly unusual," the sales manager said. "I'd have to send two of my people and an extra vehicle so they could get back."

    Buck stood. "I suppose I am asking too much. Another dealer will be willing to go the extra mile to sell me a vehicle, I'm sure, especially when no one knows what tomorrow may bring."

    "Sit back down, Mr. Williams. I won't have any trouble getting my district manager to sign off on throwing in that little errand for you. As you can see, you're going to be able to drive your fully loaded Range Rover out of here within an hour for under six figures."

    "Make it half an hour," Buck said, "and we've got a deal."

    The sales manager rose and thrust out his hand. "Deal."

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First Chapter

One

It was the worst of times; it was the worst of times.

Rayford Steele's knees ached as he sat behind the wheel of the rented Lincoln. He had dropped to the pavement at the crushing realization of his pastor's death. The physical pain, though it would stay with him for days, would prove minor compared to the mental anguish of having yet again lost one of the dearest people in his life.

Rayford felt Amanda's eyes on him. She laid one comforting hand on his thigh. In the back seat his daughter, Chloe, and her husband, Buck, each had a hand on his shoulder.

What now? Rayford wondered. What do we do without Bruce? Where do we go?

The Emergency Broadcast System station droned on with the news of chaos, devastation, terror, and destruction throughout the world. Unable to speak over the lump in his throat, Rayford busied himself maneuvering his way through the incongruous traffic jams. Why were people out? What did they expect to see? Weren't they afraid of more bombs, or fallout?

"I need to get to the Chicago bureau office," Buck said.

"You can use the car after we get to the church," Rayford managed. "I need to get the word out about Bruce."

Global Community peacekeeping forces supervised local police and emergency relief personnel directing traffic and trying to get people to return to their homes. Rayford relied on his many years in the Chicago area to use back roads and side streets to get around the major thoroughfares, which were hopelessly clogged.

Rayford wondered if he should have taken Buck up on his offer to drive. But Rayford had not wanted to appear weak. He shook his head. There's no limit to the pilot's ego! He felt as if he could curl into a ball and cry himself to sleep.

Nearly two years since the vanishing of his wife and son, along with millions of others, Rayford no longer harbored illusions about his life in the twilight of history. He had been devastated. He lived with deep pain and regret. This was so hard... .

Rayford knew his life could be even worse. Suppose he had not become a believer in Christ and was still lost forever. Suppose he had not found a new love and was alone. Suppose Chloe had also vanished. Or he had never met Buck. There was much to be grateful for. Were it not for the physical touch of the other three in that car, Rayford wondered if he would have had the will to go on.

He could hardly imagine not having come to know and love Bruce Barnes. He had learned more and been enlightened and inspired more by Bruce than anyone else he'd ever met. And it wasn't just Bruce's knowledge and teaching that made the difference. It was his passion. Here was a man who immediately and clearly saw that he had missed the greatest truth ever communicated to mankind, and he was not about to repeat the mistake.

"Daddy, those two guards by the overpass seem to be waving at you," Chloe said.

"I'm trying to ignore them," Rayford said. "All these nobodies-trying-to-be-somebodies think they have a better idea about where the traffic should go. If we listen to them, we'll be here for hours. I just want to get to the church.

"He's hollering at you with a bullhorn," Amanda said, and she lowered her window a few inches.

"You in the white Lincoln!" came the booming voice. Rayford quickly turned off the radio. "Are you Rayford Steele?"

"How would they know that?" Buck said.

"Is there any limit to the Global Community intelligence network?" Rayford said, disgusted.

"If you're Rayford Steele," came the voice again, "please pull your vehicle to the shoulder!"

Rayford considered ignoring even that but thought better of it. There would be no outrunning these people if they knew who he was. But how did they know?

He pulled over.

Buck Williams pulled his hand from Rayford's shoulder and craned his neck to see two uniformed soldiers scampering down the embankment. He had no idea how Global Community forces had tracked down Rayford, but one thing was certain: it would not be good for Buck to be discovered with Carpathia's pilot.

"Ray," he said quickly, "I've got one set of phony ID's in the name of Herb Katz. Tell ‘em I'm a pilot friend of yours or something."

"OK," Rayford said, "but my guess is they'll be deferential to me. Obviously, Nicolae is merely trying to reconnect with me."

Buck hoped Rayford was right. It made sense that Carpathia would want to make sure his pilot was all right and could somehow get him back to New Babylon. The two uniforms now stood behind the Lincoln, one speaking into a walkie-talkie, the other on a cell phone. Buck decided to go on the offensive and opened his door.

"Please remain in the vehicle," Walkie-Talkie said.

Buck slumped back into his seat and switched his phony papers with his real ones. Chloe looked terrified. Buck put his arm around her and drew her close. "Carpathia must have put out an all points bulletin. He knew your dad had to rent a car, so it didn't take long to track him down."

Buck had no idea what the two GC men were doing behind the car. All he knew was that his entire perspective on the next five years had changed in an instant. When global war broke out an hour before, he wondered if he and Chloe would survive the rest of the Tribulation. Now with the news of Bruce's death, Buck wondered if they wanted to survive. The prospect of heaven and being with Christ sure seemed better than living in whatever remained of this world, even if Buck had to die to get there.

Walkie-Talkie approached the driver's side window. Rayford lowered it. "You are Rayford Steele, are you not?"

"Depends on who's asking," Rayford said.

"This car, with this license number, was rented at O'Hare by someone claiming to be Rayford Steele. If that's not you, you're in deep trouble."

"Wouldn't you agree," Rayford said, "that regardless who I am, we're all in deep trouble?"

Buck was amused at Rayford's feistiness, in light of the situation.

"Sir, I need to know if you are Rayford Steele."

"I am."

"Can you prove that, sir?"

Rayford appeared as agitated as Buck had ever seen him. "You flag me down and holler at me through a bullhorn and tell me I'm driving Rayford Steele's rental car, and now you want me to prove to you that I'm who you think I am?"

"Sir, you must understand the position I'm in. I have Global Community Potentate Carpathia himself patched through to a secure cell phone here. I don't even know where he's calling from. If I put someone on the phone and tell the potentate it's Rayford Steele, it had blamed better be Rayford Steele."

Buck was grateful that Rayford's cat-and-mouse game had taken the spotlight off the others in the car, but that didn't last. Rayford slipped from his breast pocket his ID wallet, and as the GC man studied it, he asked idly, "And the others?"

"Family and friends," Rayford said. "Let's not keep the potentate waiting."

"I'm going to have to ask you to take this call outside the car, sir. You understand the security risks."

Rayford sighed and left the car. Buck wished Walkie-Talkie would disappear too, but he merely stepped out of Rayford's way and pointed him toward his partner, the one with the phone. Then he leaned in and spoke to Buck. "Sir, in the event that we transport Captain Steele to a rendezvous point, would you be able to handle the disposition of this vehicle?"

Do all uniformed people talk this way? Buck wondered. "Sure."

Amanda leaned over. "I'm Mrs. Steele," she said. "Wherever Mr. Steele is going, I'm going."

"That will be up to the potentate," the guard said, "and providing there's room in the chopper."

"Yes sir," Rayford said into the phone, "I'll see you soon then."

Rayford handed the cell phone to the second guard. "How will we get to wherever we're supposed to go?"

"A copter should be here momentarily."

Rayford motioned for Amanda to pop the trunk but to stay in the car. As he shouldered both their bags, he leaned in her window and whispered. "Amanda and I have to rendezvous with Carpathia, but he couldn't even tell me where he was or where we would meet. That phone is only so secure. I get the feeling it's not far away, unless they're coptering us to an airfield from which we'll fly somewhere else. Buck, you'd better get this car back to the rental company soon. It'll be too easy to connect you with me otherwise."

Five minutes later Rayford and Amanda were airborne. "Any idea where we're going?" Rayford shouted to one of the Global Community guards.

The guard clapped the chopper pilot on the shoulder and shouted, "Are we at liberty to say where we're going?"

"Glenview!" the pilot hollered.

"Glenview Naval Air Station has been closed for years," Rayford said.

The chopper pilot turned to look at him. "The big runway's still open! The man's there now!"

Amanda leaned close to Rayford. "Carpathia's in Illinois already?"

"He must have been out of Washington before the attack. I thought they might have taken him to one of the bomb shelters at the Pentagon or the National Security Administration, but his intelligence people must have figured those would be the first places the militia would attack."

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"This reminds me of when we were first married," Buck said as Chloe snuggled close to him.

"What do you mean ‘when we were first married'? We're still newlyweds!"

"Shh!" Buck said quickly. "What're they saying about New York City?"

Chloe turned up the radio. "... devastating carnage everywhere here in the heart of Manhattan. Bombed out buildings, emergency vehicles picking their way through debris, Civil Defense workers pleading with people over loudspeakers to stay underground."

Buck heard the panic in the reporter's voice as he continued. "I'm seeking shelter myself now, probably too late to avoid the effects of radiation. No one knows for certain if the warheads were nuclear, but everyone is being urged to take no risks. Damage estimates will be in the billions of dollars. Life as we know it here may never be the same. There's devastation as far as the eye can see.

"All major transportation centers have been closed if not destroyed. Huge traffic jams have snarled the Lincoln Tunnel, the Triborough Bridge, and every major artery out of New York City. What has been known as the capital of the world looks like the set of a disaster movie. Now back to the Cable News/Global Community News Network in Atlanta."

"Buck," Chloe said, "our home. Where will we live?"

Buck didn't answer. He stared at the traffic and wondered at the billowing clouds of black smoke and intermittent balls of orange flame that seemed to hover directly over Mt. Prospect. It was like Chloe to worry about her home. Buck was less concerned about that. He could live anywhere and seemed to have lived everywhere. As long as he had Chloe and shelter, he was all right. But she had made their ridiculously expensive Fifth Avenue penthouse flat her own.

Finally, Buck spoke. "They won't let anybody back into New York for days, maybe longer. Even our vehicles, if they survived, won't be available to us."

"What are we going to do, Buck?"

Buck wished he knew what to say. He usually had an answer. Resourcefulness had been the trademark of his career. Regardless the obstacle, he had somehow made do in every imaginable situation or venue in the world at one time or another. Now, with his new, young wife beside him, not knowing where she would live or how they would manage, he was at a loss. All he wanted to do was to make sure his father-in-law and Amanda were safe, in spite of the danger of Rayford's work, and to somehow get to Mt. Prospect to assess what was happening to the people of New Hope Village Church and to inform them of the tragedy that had befallen their beloved pastor.

Buck had never had patience for traffic jams, but this was ridiculous. His jaw tightened and his neck stiffened as his palms squeezed the wheel. The late-model car was a smooth ride, but inching along in near gridlock made the huge automotive power plant feel like a stallion that wanted to run free.

Suddenly an explosion rocked their car and nearly lifted it off its tires. Buck wouldn't have been surprised had the windows blown in around them. Chloe shrieked and buried her head in Buck's chest. Buck scanned the horizon for what might have caused the concussion. Several cars around them quickly pulled off the road. In the rearview mirror Buck saw a mushroom cloud slowly rise and assumed it was in the neighborhood of O'Hare International Airport, several miles away.

CNN/GCN radio almost immediately reported the blast. "This from Chicago: Our news base there has been taken out by a huge blast. No word yet on whether this was an attack by militia forces or a Global Community retaliatory strike. We have so many reports of warfare, bloodshed, devastation, and death in so many major cities around the globe that it will be impossible for us to keep up with all of it... ."

Buck looked quickly behind him and out both side windows. As soon as the car ahead gave him room, he whipped the wheel left and punched the accelerator. Chloe gasped as the car jumped the curb and went down through a culvert and up the other side. Buck drove on a parkway and passed long lines of creeping vehicles.

"What are you doing, Buck?" Chloe said, bracing herself on the dashboard.

"I don't know what I'm doing, babe, but I know one thing I'm not doing: I'm not poking along in a traffic jam while the world goes to hell."

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The guard who had flagged down Rayford from the overpass now lugged his and Amanda's baggage out of the helicopter. He led the Steeles, ducking under the whirring blades, across a short tarmac and into a single-story brick building at the edge of a long airstrip. Weeds grew between the cracks in the runway. A small Learjet sat at the end of the strip close to the chopper, but Rayford noticed no one in the cockpit and no exhaust from the engine. "I hope they don't expect me to fly that thing!" he hollered at Amanda as they hurried inside.

"Don't worry about that," their escort said. "The guy who flew it here will get you as far as Dallas and the big plane you'll be flying."

Rayford and Amanda were ushered to garishly colored plastic chairs in a small, shabbily appointed military office, decorated in early Air Force. Rayford sat, gingerly massaging his knees. Amanda paced, stopping only when their escort motioned that she should sit down. "I am free to stand, am I not?" she said.

"Suit yourself. Please wait here a few moments for the Potentate."

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Buck was waved at, pointed at, and hollered at by traffic cops, and he was honked at and obscenely gestured at by other motorists. He was not deterred. "Where are you going?" Chloe insisted.

"I need a new car," he said. "Something tells me it's going to be our only chance to survive."

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't you see, Chlo'?" he said. "This war has just broken out. It's not going to end soon. It's going to be impossible to drive a normal vehicle anywhere."

"So what're you gonna do, buy a tank?"

"If it wasn't so conspicuous, I just might."

Buck cut across a huge grassy field, through a parking lot, and beside a sprawling suburban high school. He drove between tennis courts and across soccer and football fields, throwing mud and sod in the air as the big car fishtailed. Radio reports continued from around the world with news of casualties and mayhem while Buck Williams and his bride careened on, speeding through yield signs and sliding around curves. Buck hoped he was somehow pointed in the right direction. He wanted to wind up on Northwest Highway, where a series of car dealerships comprised a ghetto of commercialism.

A last sweeping turn led Buck out of the subdivision, and he saw what his favorite traffic reporter always said was "heavy, slow, stop-and-go" traffic all along Northwest Highway. He was in a mood and in a groove, so he just kept going. Pulling around angry drivers, he rode along a soft shoulder for more than a mile until he came upon those car dealerships. "Bingo!" he said.

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Rayford was stunned, and he could tell Amanda was too, at the demeanor of Nicolae Carpathia. The dashing young man, now in his mid-thirties, had seemingly been thrust to world leadership against his own will overnight. He had gone from being nearly an unknown in the lower house of Romanian government to president of that country, then almost immediately had displaced the secretary-general of the United Nations. After nearly two years of peace and a largely successful campaign to charm the masses following the terror-filled chaos of the global vanishings, Carpathia now faced significant opposition for the first time.

Rayford had not known what to expect from his boss. Would Carpathia be hurt, offended, enraged? He seemed none of the above. Ushered by Leon Fortunato, a sycophant from the New Babylon office, into the long-unused administrative office at the former Glenview Naval Air Station, Carpathia seemed excited, high.

"Captain Steele!" Carpathia exalted. "Al—, uh, An—, uh, Mrs. Steele, how good to see you both and to know that you are well!"

"It's Amanda," Amanda said.

"Forgive me, Amanda," Carpathia said, reaching for her hand with both of his. Rayford noticed how slow she was to respond. "In all the excitement, you understand ..."

The excitement, Rayford thought. Somehow World War III seems more than excitement.

Carpathia's eyes were ablaze, and he rubbed his hands together, as if thrilled with what was going on. "Well, people," he said, "we need to get headed home."

Rayford knew Carpathia meant home to New Babylon, home to Hattie Durham, home to Suite 216, the potentate's entire floor of luxuriously appointed offices in the extravagant and sparkling Global Community headquarters. Despite Rayford and Amanda's sprawling, two-story condo within the same four-block complex, neither had ever remotely considered New Babylon home.

Still rubbing his hands as if he could barely contain himself, Carpathia turned to the guard with the walkie-talkie. "What is the latest?"

The uniformed GC officer had a wire plugged in his ear and appeared startled that he had been addressed directly by Carpathia himself. He yanked out the earplug and stammered, "What? I mean, pardon me, Mr. Potentate, sir."

Carpathia leveled his eyes at the man. "What is the news? What is happening?"

"Uh, nothing much different, sir. Lots of activity and destruction in many major cities."

It seemed to Rayford that Carpathia was having trouble manufacturing a look of pain. "Is this activity largely centered in the Midwest and East Coast?" the potentate asked.

The guard nodded. "And some in the South," he added.

"Virtually nothing on the West Coast then," Carpathia said, more a statement than a question. The guard nodded. Rayford wondered if anyone other than those who believed Carpathia was Antichrist himself would have interpreted Carpathia's look as one of satisfaction, almost glee. "How about Dallas/Ft. Worth?" Carpathia asked.

"DFW suffered a hit," the guard said. "Only one major runway is still open. Nothing's coming in, but lots of planes are heading out of there."

Carpathia glanced at Rayford. "And the military strip nearby, where my pilot was certified on the 757?"

"I believe that's still operational, sir," the guard said.

"All right then, very good," Carpathia said. He turned to Fortunato. "I am certain no one knows our whereabouts, but just in case, what do you have for me?"

The man opened a canvas bag that seemed incongruous to Rayford. Apparently he had gathered Air Force leftovers for a disguise for Carpathia. He produced a cap that didn't match a huge, dress overcoat. Carpathia quickly donned the getup and motioned that the four others in the room should gather around him. "The jet pilot is where?" he asked.

"Waiting just outside the door, per your instructions, sir," Fortunato said.

Carpathia pointed to the armed guard. "Thank you for your service. You may return to your post via the helicopter. Mr. Fortunato and the Steeles and I will be flown to a new plane, on which Captain Steele will transport me back to New Babylon."

Rayford spoke up. "And that is in—?"

Carpathia raised a hand to silence him. "Let us not give our young friend here any information he would have to be responsible for," he said, smiling at the uniformed guard. "You may go." As the man hurried away, Carpathia spoke quietly to Rayford. "The Condor 216 awaits us near Dallas. We will then fly west to go east, if you know what I mean."

"I've never heard of a Condor 216," Rayford said. "It's unlikely I'm qualified to—"

"I have been assured," Carpathia interrupted, "that you are more than qualified."

"But what is a Condor 2—"

"A hybrid I designed and named myself," Carpathia said. "Surely you don't think what has happened here today was a surprise to me."

"I'm learning," Rayford said, sneaking a glance at Amanda, who appeared to be seething.

"You are learning," Carpathia repeated, smiling broadly. "I like that. Come, let me tell you about my spectacular new aircraft as we travel."

Fortunato raised a forefinger. "Sir, my recommendation is that you and I run together to the end of the airstrip and board the jet. The Steeles should follow when they see us get on board."

Carpathia held the oversized hat down onto his styled hair and slipped in behind Fortunato as the aide opened the door and nodded to the waiting jet pilot. The pilot immediately took off running toward the Learjet as Fortunato and Carpathia jogged several yards behind. Rayford slipped an arm around Amanda's waist and drew her close.

"Rayford," Amanda said, "have you ever once in your life heard Nicolae Carpathia misspeak?"

"Misspeak?"

"Stutter, stammer, have to repeat a word, forget a name?"

Rayford suppressed a smile, amazed he could find anything humorous on what could easily be the last day of his life on earth. "Besides your name, in other words?"

"He does that on purpose, and you know it," she said.

Rayford shrugged. "You're probably right. But with what motive?"

"I have no idea," she said.

"Hon, do you see no irony in your being offended by the man we're convinced is the Antichrist?" Amanda stared at him. "I mean," he continued, "listen to yourself. You expect common courtesy and decency from the most evil man in the history of the universe?"

Amanda shook her head and looked away. "When you put it that way," she muttered, "I suppose I am being oversensitive."

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Buck sat in the sales manager's office of a Land Rover dealership. "You never cease to amaze me," Chloe whispered.

"I've never been conventional, have I?"

"Hardly, and now I suppose any hope of normalcy is out the window."

"I don't need any excuse for being unique," he said, "but everyone everywhere will be acting impulsively soon enough."

The sales manager, who had busied himself with paperwork and figuring a price, turned the documents and slid them across the desk toward Buck. "You're not trading the Lincoln, then?"

"No, that's a rental," Buck said. "But I am going to ask you to return that to O'Hare for me." Buck looked up at the man without regard to the documents.

"That's highly unusual," the sales manager said. "I'd have to send two of my people and an extra vehicle so they could get back."

Buck stood. "I suppose I am asking too much. Another dealer will be willing to go the extra mile to sell me a vehicle, I'm sure, especially when no one knows what tomorrow may bring."

"Sit back down, Mr. Williams. I won't have any trouble getting my district manager to sign off on throwing in that little errand for you. As you can see, you're going to be able to drive your fully loaded Range Rover out of here within an hour for under six figures."

"Make it half an hour," Buck said, "and we've got a deal."

The sales manager rose and thrust out his hand. "Deal."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2000

    Story didn't live up to the title

    Perhaps I expected too much from this novel after reading the first two in the series, but I was very disappointed. I thought we would see a huge battle between Nicolae, Buck and Rayford, but that never took place. A great deal of the book seemed to just go over what happened in the first two books. This should have been done in a prologue, so that people who read the first two novels didn't have to read the same things over again. I did like the bus chase with Buck and Tsion. That was really the only thing that saved this particular novel in the series from being a complete bore.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 23, 2010

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    Where is the False Prophet?

    Nicolae, Left Behind Series #3, is the third in the exciting Left Behind series. LaHaye and Jenkins use fiction to explore the End Times events described in the Bible.

    It's been nearly two years since the Rapture and the antichrist Nicolae Carpathia has become the head of the United Nations. This book focuses more on the private lives of pilot Rayford Steele, his daughter Chloe, and her journalist boyfriend Buck Williams, then on Nicolae, the Antichrist.

    I enjoyed this book but was wondering why the authors don't include the false prophet in any of their books? According to Revelation 13, the false prophet will play a vital role just as the Antichrist will. In another exciting end-times novel, SCARS by Patience Prence, the author includes the false prophet in the main storyline.

    This book is great for all ages and those looking for a thrilling, Christian fiction, but if you're looking for a novel to help you understand Bible prophecy, this is not it.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2000

    Excellent and Rivoting til the end!

    A must read for every Christian OR non Christian!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 27, 2011

    Explosive!

    The third book in the best-selling Left Behind series starts off energized with a meeting of Nicaolae Carpathia and leading character Rayford Steele. Explosions rock the world that is becoming more desolate by the hour. The now newly formed Tribulation Force gains momentum and members right in the stead of Carpathia's rising empire. Other Trib members, an Israeli Tsion Ben-Judah, and Buck Williams, work to instruct and unify the members, and watch as another seal is broken under the wrath of God. This was a book I reviewed for Tyndale House Publishers.

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  • Posted July 7, 2011

    Epic - A must read

    Nicolae, the third book in the Left Behind series is totally epic! Whats not to like? There's great characters, lots of action and you can learn a lot of stuff about the end times. You have got to read this book!

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  • Posted July 5, 2011

    great

    nicolae is about nicolae's rise to power. it starts after the red horse of the appoclypse comes. also we meet tsion bin judah as he becomes a member of the tribulation force after buck risks his life to bring him to the states away from the people trying to wrongly kill him for killing his family which he didn't do. at the end the great earth comes and nobody knows who is dead or alive.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2011

    Nicolae

    The next book doesn't disappoint. It is super full of suspense and you won't be able to sit still. I sure didn't.

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  • Posted March 27, 2010

    Page turner! Thriller!

    Absolutely a thriller. This is a very descriptive book and it seems the more I get into the series, the more capturing it is. I love it. Really makes you think about how things will eventually end.

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  • Posted February 22, 2010

    Awesome Book!

    This was an eye opening story, I have read the series in order. Once I start each one of the books in this set I can't put it down. I am hoping to purchase the entire collection for my family and friends to enjoy as well.

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  • Posted July 4, 2009

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    Extremely engrossing

    I love this series of books. Even if you aren't religous, these books will grad you and pull you in just because of the action. What a great way to get people engrossed in what is actually a religous subject. I love them all and this is the second copy of this that I have purchased.

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  • Posted December 15, 2008

    I Also Recommend:

    Left Behind

    "Nicolae: rise of the Antichrist", by Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins, is a great book for anyone. the main story is about a group of strangers who are left behind after the rapture of Christ, and join together to battle the antichrist. in this book, Nicolea has siezed control of the United Nations, now called Gobal Community, and most of the world government. he uses his new authority to start world-wide warfare and panic. while at the same time convincing the world that he is the solution to everyone's problems. the death of pastor Bruce has lead Buck on a quest for the Tribulation Force's new leader.<BR/><BR/>this is my favorite book so far in the series. one of my favorite characters in the novel is Buck Williams. Buck is a Chicago reporter for a national newspaper until he was promoted to Nicholae's personal media assistant. Buck is the heart of the Tribulation Force becuse of his will power and bravery. he has taken on every obstacle Nicolae has thrown at him. Nicolae Carpathia is the manifestation of evil. he is described in Revalation as the son of the devil. he was born to kill, steal, and destroy, and he has a natural charm to help him do so. he is the perfect leader: smart, likable, and able to lie to anyone. to those who don't know that he is the antichrist, Nicolea seems like Jesus himself.<BR/> --Jbunn

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2007

    The most dramatic and explosive of the first three books

    Nicolae is powerful and gripping. I literally could not put it down. I was captivated and constantly holding my breath awaiting what would befall those that were left behind next. When 'the Wrath of the Lamb' is invoked and the earth trembles in fear I was left breathless and to the point of tears.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 22, 2006

    Wickedness

    Left Behind was a very deep book. With lots of twists and turns i didn't ecpect. It takes place all over the world from the dirty places to the rich neighbor hoods. Rayford (the main character, His daughter Chloe and Buck Williams know who the antichrist is and try to stop him. Through out the book their hard work pays off to fellow believers. They also realize the growing power of the antichrist and his grip tightening on the world. I really liked this book because it gave me an understanding of how powerful and corrupt leaders can be and the horrific events of the Tribulation. All though this is a fictional book this piece of literature has a lot to offer spiritually and emotionally and physically.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2005

    Recommend all the Left Behind Books

    I've already read all the books from Left Behind and are real good books. I recommend it to everyone. Starting to read The Rising, from Tim LaHaye

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 12, 2004

    Nicolae-Left Behind Series

    Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins connect the readers with their series of books called Left Behind. The novel I am reading is the third book in the series, called Nicolae, and it is really a good book to read. Nicolae is a novel with one main conflict. The conflict of man against man is set between the Tribulation Force and the antichrist, which is Nicolae Carpathia. Nicolae is also the antagonist in the story and the tribulation force is the protagonist. The Tribulation Force consists of Buck Williams, Rayford Steele, Chloe Steele, Amanda, and Bruce Barnes, the leader. The conflict is the tribulation force is trying to stop Nicolae Carpathia from starting World War 3 and ending the world. This story is set throughout the world, but mostly in the United States and New Babylon. The theme of this story is you can¿t surpass God no matter how much power you have or think you have. This story is told in third person limited point of view. I liked this story, because of its numerous strong points, such as telling a precise and believable version of the rapture. It also has numerous parts in the story where people die because of their beliefs or their actions toward the antichrist. Unfortunately some people think that since it is a biblical based story these strong points are the weak points as well. The characters in Nicolae are all static because they change as a result of others in the story. For example Buck comes into the story as a journalist that is rich and only cares about himself; that is, until he meets Chloe and becomes a believer in Christ , which makes him a static character. Nicolae is an extremely good book and I think others would enjoy reading it. It is one of those books that you don¿t want to put down because it keeps getting better and better. The downside to the story is it is a long book, so if you don¿t like reading for hours at a time you probably wouldn¿t enjoy reading this book. This book could make people realize that without god in your life you would be doomed. I think this book could be powerful enough to bring more and more non-believers to Christ.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 2, 2003

    Loved It

    After reading the frist left behind book of the series I new I would be hooked. Each book I have read keeps getting better and better! I cant wait to read Left Behind #4 Soul Harvest!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2003

    The thrills keep coming!

    I must say, with each book it keeps getting better. I fell in love with 'Left Behind' and I thought it was the greatest book. Then I read 'Tribulation Force' and I thought that was 10 times better than the first. I read it in a week and I'm not the kind of person who sits down and reads. THen I picked up 'Nicolae' and all I can say is WOW! So many surprises around every turn. The end is SO SAD. My only problem is the book was that I thought the memorial service for Bruce was rather drawn out and boring. I loved it when Buck and Tsion were escaping, I couldn't stop reading. THese books are wonderful! I just started reading 'Soul Harvest' all I can say is, BE PREPARED TO BE SHOCKED! I was freaked out by the first cupple chapters. But none the less. Awesome books. I'm passing them around to my family who isn't saved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 25, 2003

    The Antichrist is Rising!

    I absolutly enjoyed the book I read it in 4 days I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I can't wait to read the whole series It's Just a matter of time before the real Anti-Christ arises to power. I have some interesting ideas about it if you want to know them email me ok. I be glad to discuss it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 6, 2003

    Nicolae: The Rise of the Antichrist

    In Nicolae: The Rise of the Antichrist, by Tim Lahaye and Jerry Jenkins is a perfect book to show how people feel and react in the time of the Apocalypse. In the time after the Apocalypse anything can happen. In this continuation to the left behind series the point of view alternates between two people, Rayford Steele, a pilot, and Cameron (Buck) Williams, a reporter. Rayford, his daughter Chloe, wife Amanda, Son-in-law Buck, and Rabbi Tsion Ben Judah are a group of people who consider themselves the Tribulation Force, a group of people dedicated to God. They suspect and are certain that ruler of the world, Nicolae Carpathia, is the Antichrist. Buck and Rayford work for him because they believe God placed them there for a reason. This story successfully captures the emotion and actions of the characters during the Apocalypse. The way the authors alternate from Rayford's point of view and Buck's point of view gives you a better understanding of what is happening in the world that surrounds them. The story is action packed and you will not want to ever stop reading it. The characters in this fictional story are extremely realistic and do not resemble the common stock character. This book is so realistic it can change the way you think on some subjects. Unlike many other books, the conflicts in the story are very reasonable and could happen. I strongly recommend that you go and read this book because it is a realistic interpretation of what the Bible says the Apocalypse will be like. This book may change the way you look at everyday life. This addicting book is the perfect book for a good read. Also I strongly recommend that if you have not read the other two books that precede this you should because you will have a better understanding of this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2003

    ANOTHER GREAT BOOK

    Book #3 is a great continuation from the first two. The author did a great job of keeping my interest with new and exiting twists in the story.

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