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Overview

A riveting story of secret sin and the healing power of forgiveness.

Airline pilot Connor Evans and his wife, Michele, seem to be the perfect couple living what looks like a perfect life. Then a plane goes down in the Pacific Ocean. One of the casualties is Kiahna Siefert, a flight attendant Connor knew well. Too well. Kiahna's will is very clear: before her seven-year-old son, Max, can be turned over to the state, he must spend the summer with the father he's never met, the father who doesn't know he exists: Connor Evans.

Now will the presence of one lonely child and the truth he ...
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Overview

A riveting story of secret sin and the healing power of forgiveness.

Airline pilot Connor Evans and his wife, Michele, seem to be the perfect couple living what looks like a perfect life. Then a plane goes down in the Pacific Ocean. One of the casualties is Kiahna Siefert, a flight attendant Connor knew well. Too well. Kiahna's will is very clear: before her seven-year-old son, Max, can be turned over to the state, he must spend the summer with the father he's never met, the father who doesn't know he exists: Connor Evans.

Now will the presence of one lonely child and the truth he represents destroy Connor's family ? Or is it possible that healing and hope might come in the shape of a seven-year-old boy? This title is also available as an unabridged Audio Pages CD.

Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780310295129
  • Publisher: Zondervan
  • Publication date: 9/2/2008
  • Sold by: ZONDERVAN PUBLISHING - EBKS
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 352
  • Sales rank: 6,634
  • File size: 507 KB

Meet the Author

Karen Kingsbury
Karen Kingsbury
New York Times bestselling author Karen Kingsbury is America's favorite inspirational novelist, with over 20 million books in print. Her Life-Changing Fiction has produced multiple bestsellers, including Unlocked, Leaving, Take One, Between Sundays, Even Now, One Tuesday Morning, Beyond Tuesday Morning, and Ever After, which was named the 2007 Christian Book of the Year. An award-winning author and newly published songwriter, Karen has several movies optioned for production, and her novel Like Dandelion Dust was made into a major motion picture and is now available on DVD. Karen is also a nationally known speaker with several women's groups including Women of Faith. She lives in Tennessee with her husband, Don, and their five sons, three of whom are adopted from Haiti. Their daughter Kelsey is married to Christian artist Kyle Kupecky. SPANISH BIO: Karen Kingsbury es autora de mas de treinta titulos, incluyendo algunos EXITOS de venta, uno de los cuales se uso para la pelicula de la semana de CBS. Es una de las atoras favoritas de novelas inspiradoras.Se han impreso mas de dos millones de ejemplares de sus libros. Kingsbury reside en el estado de Washington con Don, su esposo, y sus seis hijos, tres de los cuales los adotatron en Haiti.

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Oceans Apart Copyright © 2004 by Karen Kingsbury

This title is also available as a Zondervan audio product. Requests for information should be addressed to: Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Kingsbury, Karen. Oceans apart / Karen Kingsbury. P. cm. ISBN 0-310-24749-7 1. Air pilots - Fiction. 2. Air pilots spouse - Fiction. 3. Illegitimate children - Fiction. 4. Fathers and sons - Fiction. 5. Mothers - Death - Ficiton 6. Birthfathers - Fiction I. Title. PS3561.I4873O28 2004 813'.54 - dc22 2003025491

All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from the Holy Bible: New International Version®. NIV®. Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society.

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Interior design by Michelle Espinoza Printed in the United States of America

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Fear was an owl that rarely lighted on the branches of Kiahna Siefert's heart.
Especially in the light of day.
But it was nine o'clock on the sunniest morning of spring, and Kiahna couldn't shake the feeling - the strange gnawing in her soul, the way the skin around herneck and chest felt two sizes too small.
"What is it, God . . . what are You trying to tell me?"
No answer echoed back at her, so Kiahna kept busy. The passenger briefing was nearly finished, and the pilots were in their seats. She anchored herself against the service wall and found her smile, the one she used every time she flew.
Flight 45, Honolulu to Tokyo, was a nine-hour flight. With a layover in Tokyo, the roundtrip gave Kiahna eighteen flight hours. Five times a month she made the two-day turnaround, and after a decade with the airline, her pay was better than any she could get anywhere else. Out the door at seven and, with the time change, home before dinner the next day. Kiahna had earned the route after ten years with the airline, and it was perfect for one reason.
It allowed her most days to be home with Max.
"Movie today?" The man was a light traveler, briefcase and a carry-on, a regular in first class. Whatever his worn leather bag held, it took him to Japan at least once a month.
"Yes, sir. Mel Gibson's latest."
"Good." He smiled and kept moving. "Gets me over the ocean quicker."
One by one the passengers filed in, same as always. But still she couldn't shake the feeling.
It took fourteen minutes to seat the cabin, and Kiahna worked the routine. The flight was nearly full, which meant the usual readjusting to make people and bags fit comfortably in the cramped quarters. She greeted passengers, sorted out seat assignments for confused travelers, and poured a drink tray for first class.
A family with four children was seated over the wing, and already their baby was crying. Kiahna found a package of crackers and coloring books for the couple's older children. With every motion she tried to sort out her feelings.
"Kiahna?"
She jumped and turned to face her partner. Stephanie was working the back part of the cabin. "We're waiting."
The announcement. She'd completely forgotten. A quick breath. "They're all in?"
"For two minutes now."
Kiahna snapped the drink tray into place on the small service counter and edged past the other woman. The announcement was hers that morning; she should have remembered. She took hold of the microphone and began the routine.
"Welcome aboard Flight 45. We're expecting a full cabin this morning, so if you have two carry-ons with you today, please store one of them in the space beneath the seat in front of you." She paused, her mouth still open.
What came next? There was more to say, something about oxygen and masks, but the words scrambled in her mind and refused to come. She stood unmoving, her heart slamming against her chest.
"Here" - Steph took hold of the microphone - "I've got it." Kiahna's arms shook as she backed away, up against the closed front cabin door. What was wrong with her? She'd given that announcement a thousand times; she could be in a coma and say it.
Steph finished, and the copilot came on. "Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff."
They pushed their jump seats down and buckled in. Usually this was Kiahna's favorite part. A few minutes of power and thrust while the airplane barreled down the runway and lifted into the air, minutes where she wasn't needed by anyone for anything, when she could think about the day and all that lay ahead.
This time, though, was different.
All Kiahna could think about was the part of her day that lay behind, the part with Max.
At seven years old, Max was both brilliant and beautiful, a wonder boy streaking through her life like a comet at breakneck speeds. He wore red tennis shoes, and his best friend was his yellow Labrador retriever, Buddy. At school, Max had a reputation for being the fastest - and sometimes the silliest - boy on the playground. And his mouth ran faster than his legs. Kiahna liked to hold court with Max on dozens of adult topics. The death penalty - Max was against it; more money for public schools - he was for it. Max was fiercely patriotic, and at school he sometimes organized red, white, and blue days in honor of the U.S. troops in the Middle East.
But this morning he'd been quiet.
"When do you finish working?" They lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and he slipped into her room while she was still pressing her standard-issue airline navy blazer.
Kiahna studied him. "Dinnertime tomorrow, same as always."
"No, not that way." He hopped up on her bed and sat crosslegged. "When will you stay home in the daytime? Like Devon's mom or Kody's mom?"
"Max." She turned from the ironing board and leveled her gaze at him. "You know I can't do that."
"Why?" He anchored his elbows on his knees.

First Chapter

Fear was an owl that rarely lighted on the branches of Kiahna Siefert's heart.
Especially in the light of day.
But it was nine o'clock on the sunniest morning of spring, and Kiahna couldn't shake the feeling—the strange gnawing in her soul, the way the skin around her neck and chest felt two sizes too small.
'What is it, God . . . what are You trying to tell me?'
No answer echoed back at her, so Kiahna kept busy. The passenger briefing was nearly finished, and the pilots were in their seats. She anchored herself against the service wall and found her smile, the one she used every time she flew.
Flight 45, Honolulu to Tokyo, was a nine-hour flight. With a layover in Tokyo, the roundtrip gave Kiahna eighteen flight hours. Five times a month she made the two-day turnaround, and after a decade with the airline, her pay was better than any she could get anywhere else. Out the door at seven and, with the time change, home before dinner the next day. Kiahna had earned the route after ten years with the airline, and it was perfect for one reason.
It allowed her most days to be home with Max.
'Movie today?' The man was a light traveler, briefcase and a carry-on, a regular in first class. Whatever his worn leather bag held, it took him to Japan at least once a month.
'Yes, sir. Mel Gibson's latest.'
'Good.' He smiled and kept moving. 'Gets me over the ocean quicker.'
One by one the passengers filed in, same as always. But still she couldn't shake the feeling.
It took fourteen minutes to seat the cabin, and Kiahna worked the routine. The flight was nearly full, which meant the usual readjusting to make people and bags fit comfortably in the cramped quarters. She greeted passengers, sorted out seat assignments for confused travelers, and poured a drink tray for first class.
A family with four children was seated over the wing, and already their baby was crying. Kiahna found a package of crackers and coloring books for the couple's older children. With every motion she tried to sort out her feelings.
'Kiahna?'
She jumped and turned to face her partner. Stephanie was working the back part of the cabin. 'We're waiting.'
The announcement. She'd completely forgotten. A quick breath. 'They're all in?'
'For two minutes now.'
Kiahna snapped the drink tray into place on the small service counter and edged past the other woman. The announcement was hers that morning; she should have remembered. She took hold of the microphone and began the routine.
'Welcome aboard Flight 45. We're expecting a full cabin this morning, so if you have two carry-ons with you today, please store one of them in the space beneath the seat in front of you.' She paused, her mouth still open.
What came next? There was more to say, something about oxygen and masks, but the words scrambled in her mind and refused to come. She stood unmoving, her heart slamming against her chest.
'Here'—Steph took hold of the microphone—'I've got it.' Kiahna's arms shook as she backed away, up against the closed front cabin door. What was wrong with her? She'd given that announcement a thousand times; she could be in a coma and say it.
Steph finished, and the copilot came on. 'Flight attendants, prepare for takeoff.'
They pushed their jump seats down and buckled in. Usually this was Kiahna's favorite part. A few minutes of power and thrust while the airplane barreled down the runway and lifted into the air, minutes where she wasn't needed by anyone for anything, when she could think about the day and all that lay ahead.
This time, though, was different.
All Kiahna could think about was the part of her day that lay behind, the part with Max.
At seven years old, Max was both brilliant and beautiful, a wonder boy streaking through her life like a comet at breakneck speeds. He wore red tennis shoes, and his best friend was his yellow Labrador retriever, Buddy. At school, Max had a reputation for being the fastest—and sometimes the silliest—boy on the playground. And his mouth ran faster than his legs. Kiahna liked to hold court with Max on dozens of adult topics. The death penalty—Max was against it; more money for public schools—he was for it. Max was fiercely patriotic, and at school he sometimes organized red, white, and blue days in honor of the U.S. troops in the Middle East.
But this morning he'd been quiet.
'When do you finish working?' They lived in a two-bedroom apartment, and he slipped into her room while she was still pressing her standard-issue airline navy blazer.
Kiahna studied him. 'Dinnertime tomorrow, same as always.'
'No, not that way.' He hopped up on her bed and sat crosslegged. 'When will you stay home in the daytime? Like Devon's mom or Kody's mom?'
'Max.' She turned from the ironing board and leveled her gaze at him. 'You know I can't do that.'
'Why?' He anchored his elbows on his knees.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2012

    Velveteyes

    California does rule! I thought I was the only one! Im from sac area what about you?
    ~ velveteyes
    Ps if anyone wants to rp a cat in pantherclan you are more than welcome. Look at the post in peacekeepers battle book one, and then at 'matters of decreation' ask lynx if you can join, he/she (im not really sure on that one!) Will let you know!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2012

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    This book is a wonderful story about a little boy. Just when his life had looked so bleak he found love and acceptance.
    The author did a wonderful job of keeping the story alive and keep the reader wondering what was going to happen next. I could not put this book down until I knew this little boy was going to be ok. I loved all the characters, they all had such big hearts. I highly recommend this book. You are going to fall in love with this little boy!

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    Tears at the heart!

    Thank you for a most honest, reality read. What a miracle, no swearing!

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    Posted May 21, 2012

    Dragonpelt

    Hi

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    Posted May 19, 2012

    Duskglow

    Thanks i made book called dark secrets at dusk all resulys

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 19, 2012

    Great book

    I really enjoyed this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2012

    Terrific

    This is my second book by Karen, but won't be my last. I love her writing style and love how she makes you fall in love with all the charaters. Karen is an amazing writer!! Looking forward to all her books! She is my new favorite author!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2012

    An avid reader----

    I loved this book. You could feel their emotions and needed to hang on til the end.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 23, 2012

    Wonderful

    Great!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 21, 2012

    Highly recommended

    Very touching story. Keeps you reading to find out the end. I don't like to cheat & read the end first.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Frozenclaw

    I want to join ocean clan

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2012

    Mousebrain, Foxheart, Snakeheart, Beetlebrain, Fishbrain, and their apprenticrs, Weirdpaw, Strangepaw, Differentpaw, Unusualpaw, and Interestingpaw.

    Wwee wwoouulldd lliikkee ttoooo jjooiinn tthhiiss ccllaann.

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    Posted April 20, 2012

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2012

    Seedpelt to frozenclaw

    U r loyal to only one clan!!! And that clan is skyclan!! To oceanclan-i dont mean to tresspass. Sorry!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 18, 2012

    Abyssalstar

    Join nightclan at shadow. I will me first one to join deputy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 17, 2012

    Rosewarer + Tidekit

    Tidekit: yayyayayayayaya!!!!!"!!!!!!!! *YAWN*
    Rosewater: great! Now bed time. Settle down ok?
    Tidekit: curls up next to her mother and falls asleep (goodnight! I have NY state testing tomorow so i have to gwt to bed early)

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    Posted April 15, 2012

    Lillykit

    "Hi i am a new kit 1 moon old my mother left me in a tree when i was born can someone plz take me in?" Stagles into camp and falls on face. "Im not very good at walking" starts to cry. MEW MEW MEW

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  • Posted April 14, 2012

    Great book - well written.

    I really liked this book. The story line was so true to todays happenings. I like this author and will read more of her books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 20, 2012

    Two cats

    Hi. This is Joyfeather and Braveheart with a special story. Its dark. The crickets are chirpping in the yard. The gentle moonlight reveals two people in old rocking chairs: you and the storyteller. You're nervous. The storyteller begins to speak. He spoke of how long ago the englishmen fought for land, and soon that time would come again. You look at him. You think he's crazy. Then there are several gunshots in the distance. Screaming follows. Your eyes widen in terror. You look at the storyteller. He starts rocking on the chair and chuckling. "Told you so," he said in a calm voice. He turns into vapor and mistifies in the air. Your mouth falls open in terror. A bullet just then whizzs by your face. You run. Faster. Faster. Faster. The bullets keep shooting. Your foot trips over a root and you fall down a steep hill. You hit the tree at the bottom. Shear pain shoots across your back. You look at the top of the hill. There the storyteller stands, pointing the gun at you. He shoots. Its over. Or is it? You wake up by a clear river. Your body haves no cuts or scratches, but your inside is terrible damaged. You keep having glimpes of the night before. You take your shoes off and wade into the river. The water feels amazing on your throbbing legs. After a few minutes you turn around. The storyteller stands there. "What do you want?" You say cautionly. The storyteller sneers, "To suffer the way I suffered." You smile, "You just shot me, what else do you want. I died. And now I'm alive. Happy?" The storyteller replies, "I died a thousand times. You will do the same." You laugh. Then you pin him against a tree,"Listen," you say,"I don't ever...EVER...want to see you again," He vaporizes again. A few days later you reach your town. You read the newspaper. It read that your family is dead. You find the old storyteller and kill him. THE END!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 14, 2012

    Thunderpaw

    *a golden yellow tom walks in* hi im thunderpaw

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