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Overview

Rayford Steele and Buck Williams fear they are alone. Each has survived the wrath of the Lamb, a global earthquake in the twenty-first month of the Tribulation. Neither knows the other is alive, and each is frantically searching for his wife. Their mentor, Tsion Ben-Judah, is trapped beneath the rubble of their church. And no one knows what has happened to their old friend Hattie Durham. As the world hurtles toward the Trumpet Judgments and the great soul harvest prophesied in Scripture, Rayford and Buck begin searching for their loved ones from different corners of the world.
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Rayford Steele and reporter Buck Williams, separated by a devastating earthquake, desperately search for each other and their loved ones. Struggling for survival in the aftermath of the quake, the members of the Tribulation Force seek each other from different corners of the world as the judgment draws even nearer, and Nicolae gains even more power. Also available on CD.
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The fourth book in the "Left Behind" series (Nicolae, Tyndale, 1997) brings back Rayford Steele and Buck Williams, staunch members of the Tribulation Force, an evangelical group fighting evil Nicolae Carpathia. An earthquake has left both men searching for their loved ones while they attempt to bring about Nicolae's downfall. Readers of the earlier books should be thrilled at the return of their heroes, and the action and intrigue here certainly matches that in the rest of the series. Characterization, especially of the female characters, is thin, but that shouldn't dull fans' demand.
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  • ISBN-13: 9780842329255
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 1/28/1999
  • Series: Left Behind Series , #4
  • Pages: 448
  • Lexile: 720L (what's this?)
  • Product dimensions: 5.49 (w) x 8.23 (h) x 1.14 (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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Rayford Steele wore the uniform of the enemy of his soul, and he hated himself for it. He strode through Iraqi sand toward Baghdad Airport in his dress blues and was struck by the incongruity of it all.

From across the parched plain he heard the wails and screams of hundreds he wouldn't begin to be able to help. Any prayer of finding his wife alive depended on how quickly he could get to her. But there was no quick here. Only sand. And what about Chloe and Buck in the States? And Tsion?

Desperate, frantic, mad with frustration, he ripped off his natty waistcoat with its yellow braid, heavy epaulettes, and arm patches that identified a senior officer of the Global Community. Rayford did not take the time to unfasten the solid-gold buttons but sent them popping across the desert floor. He let the tailored jacket slide from his shoulders and clutched the collar in his fists. Three, four, five times he raised the garment over his head and slammed it to the ground. Dust billowed and sand kicked up over his patent leather shoes.

Rayford considered abandoning all vestiges of his connection to Nicolae Carpathia's regime, but his attention was drawn again to the luxuriously appointed arm patches. He tore at them, intending to rip them free, as if busting himself from his own rank in the service of the Antichrist. But the craftsmanship allowed not even a fingernail between the stitches, and Rayford slammed the coat to the ground one more time. He stepped and booted it like an extra point, finally aware of what had made it heavier. His phone was in the pocket.

As he knelt to retrieve his coat, Rayford'smaddening logic returned­the practicality that made him who he was. Having no idea what he might find in the ruins of his condominium, he couldn't treat as dispensable what might constitute his only remaining set of clothes.

Rayford jammed his arms into the sleeves like a little boy made to wear a jacket on a warm day. He hadn't bothered to shake the grit from it, so as he plunged on toward the skeletal remains of the airport, Rayford's lanky frame was less impressive than usual. He could have been the survivor of a crash, a pilot who'd lost his cap and seen the buttons stripped from his uniform.

Rayford could not remember a chill before sundown in all the months he'd lived in Iraq. Yet something about the earthquake had changed not only the topography, but also the temperature. Rayford had been used to damp shirts and a sticky film on his skin. But now wind, that rare, mysterious draft, chilled him as he speed dialed Mac McCullum and put the phone to his ear.

At that instant he heard the chug and whir of Mac's chopper behind him. He wondered where they were going.

"Mac here," cam McCullum's gravely voice.

Rayford whirled and watched the copter eclipse the descending sun. "I canít believe this thing works," Rayford said. He had slammed it to the ground and kicked it, but he also assumed the earthquake would have taken out nearby cellular towers.

"Soon as I get out of range, it wonít, Ray," Mac said.

"Everything's down for as far as I can see. These units act like walkie-talkies when we're close. When you need a cellular boost, you won't find it."

"So any chance of call the States­"

"Is out of the question," Mac said. "Ray, Potentate Carpathia wants to speak to you, but first­"

"I don't want to talk to him, and you can tell him that."

"But before I give you to him," Mac continued, "I need to remind you that our meetings, yours and mine, is still on for tonight. Right?"

Rayford slowed and stared at the ground, running a hand through his hair. "What? What are you talking about?"

"All right then, very good," Mac said. "We're still meeting tonight then. Now the potentate­"

"I understand you want to talk to me later, Mac, but don't put Carpathia on or I swear I'll­"

"Stand by for the potentate."

Rayford switched the phone to his right hand, ready to smash it on the ground, but he restrained himself. When avenues of communication reopened, he wanted to be able to check on his loved ones.

"Captain Steele," came the emotionless tone of Nicolae Carpathia.

"Iím here," Rayford said, allowing his disgust to come through. He assumed God would forgive anything he said to the Antichrist, but he swallowed what he really wanted to say.

"Though we both know how I could respond to your egregious disrespect and insubordination," Carpathia said, "I choose to forgive you."

Rayford continued walking, clenching his teeth to keep from screaming at the man.

"I can tell you are a loss for how to express your gratitude," Carpathia continued. "Now listen to me. I have a safe place and provisions where my international ambassadors and staff will join me. You and I both know we need each other, so I suggest­"

"You don't need me," Rayford said. "And I don't need your forgiveness. You have a perfectly capable pilot right next to you, so let me suggest that you forget me."

"Just be ready when he lands," Carpathia said, the first hint of frustration in his voice.

"The only place I would accept a ride to is the airport," Rayford said. "And Iím almost there. Don't have Mac set down any closer to this mess."

"Captain Steele," Carpathia began again, condescendingly, "I admire your irrational belief that you can somehow find your wife, but we both know that is not going to happen."

Rayford said nothing. He feared Carpathia was right, but he would never give him the satisfaction of admitting it. And he would certainly never quit looking until he proved to himself Amanda had not survived.

"Come with us, Captain Steele. Just reboard, and I will treat your outburst as if it never­"

"I'm not going anywhere until I've found my wife! Let me talk to Mac."

"Officer McCullum is busy. I will pass along a message."

"Mac could fly that thing with no hands. Now let me talk to him."

"If there is no message, then, Captain Steele­"

"All right, you win. Just tell Mac­"

"Now is no time to neglect protocol, Captain Steele. A pardoned subordinate is behooved to address his superior­"

"All right, Potentate Carpathia, just tell Mac to come for me if I don't find a way back by 2200 hours."

"And should you find a way back, the shelter is three and a half clicks northeast of the original headquarters. You will need the following password: 'Operation Wrath.'"

"What?" Carpathia knew this was coming?

"You heard me, Captain Steele."


Cameron "Buck" Williams stepped gingerly through the rubble near the ventilation shaft where he had heard the clear, healthy voice of Rabbi Tsion Ben-Judah, trapped in the underground shelter. Tsion assured him he was unhurt, just scared and claustrophobic. That place was small enough without the church imploding above it. With no way out unless someone tunneled to him, the rabbi, Buck knew, would soon feel like a caged animal.

Had Tsion been in immediate danger, Buck would have dug with his bare hands to free him. But Buck felt like a doctor in triage, having to determine who most urgently needed his help. Assuring Tsion he would return, he headed toward the safe house to find his wife.

To get through the trash that had been the only church home he ever knew, Buck had to again crawl past the remains of the beloved Loretta. What a friend she had been, first to the late Bruce Barnes and then to the rest of the Tribulation Force. The Force had begun with four: Rayford, Chloe, Bruce, and Buck. Amanda was added. Bruce was lost. Tsion was added.

Was it possible now that they had been reduced to just Buck and Tsion? Buck didn't want to think about it. He found his watch gunked up with mud, asphalt, and a tiny shard of windshield. He wiped the crystal across his pant leg and felt the crusty mixture tear his trousers and bit into his knee. It was nine o'clock in the morning in Mt. Prospect, and Buck heard an air raid siren, a tornado warning siren, emergency vehicle sirens­one close, two farther away. Shouts. Screams. Sobbing. Engines. Could he live without Chloe? Buck had been given a second chance; he was here for a purpose. He wanted the love of his life by his side, and he prayed­selfishly he realized­that she had not already preceded him to heaven.

In his peripheral vision, Buck noticed the selling of his own left cheek. He had felt neither pain nor blood and had assumed the wound was minor. Now he wondered. He reached in his breast pocket for his mirrored lensed sunglasses. One lens was in pieces. In the reflection of the other he saw a scarecrow, hair wild, eyes white with fear, mouth open and sucking air. The wound was not bleeding, yet it appeared deep. There would be no time for treatment.

Buck emptied his shirt pocket but kept the frames­a gift from Chloe. He studied the ground as he moved back to the Range Rover, picking his way through glass, nails, and bricks like an old man, assuring himself solid purchase.

Buck passed Loretta's car and what was left of her, determined not to look. Suddenly the earth moved, and he stumbled. Loretta's car, which he had been unable to budge moments before, rocked and disappeared. The ground had given way under the parking lot. Buck stretched out on his stomach and peeked over the edge of a new crevice. The mangled car rested atop a water main twenty feet beneath the earth. The blown tires pointed up like the feet of bloated roadkill. Curled in a frail ball atop the wreckage was the Raggedy Ann-like body of Loretta, a tribulation saint. There would be more shifting of the earth. Reaching Loretta's body would be impossible. If he was also to find Chloe dead, Buck wished God had let him plunge under the earth with Loretta's car.

Buck rose slowly, suddenly aware of what the roller coaster ride through the earthquake had done to his joints and muscles. He surveyed the damage to his vehicle. Though it had rolled and been hit from all sides, it appeared remarkably roadworthy. The driver's-side door was jammed, the windshield in gummy pieces throughout the interior, and the rear seat had broken away from the floor on one side. One tire had been slashed to the steel belts but looked strong and held air.

Where were Buck's phone and laptop? He had set them on the front seat. He hoped against hope neither had flown out in the mayhem. Buck opened the passenger door and peered onto the floor of the front seat. Nothing. He looked under the rear seats, all the way to the back. In a corner, open and with one screen hinge cracked, was his laptop.

Buck found his phone in a door well. He didn't expect to be able to get through to anyone, with all the damage to cellular towers (and everything else above ground). He switched it on, and it went through a self-test and showed zero range. Still, he had to try. He dialed Loretta's home. He didn't even get a malfunction message from the phone company. The same happened when he dialed the church, then Tsion's shelter. As if playing a cruel joke, the phone made noises as if trying to get through. Then, nothing.

Buck's landmarks were gone. He was grateful the Range Rover had a built in compass. Even the church seemed twisted from its normal perspective on the corner. Poles and lines and traffic lights were down, buildings flattened, trees uprooted, fences strewn about.

Buck made sure the Range Rover was in four-wheel drive. He could barely travel twenty feet before having to punch the car over some rise. He kept his eyes peeled to avoid anything that might further damage the Rover­it might have to last him through the end of the Tribulation. The best he could figure, that was still more than five years away.

As Buck rolled over chunks of asphalt and concrete where the street once lay, he glanced again at the vestiges of New Hope Village Church. Half the building was underground. But that one section of pews, which had once faced west, now faced north and glistened in the sun. The entire sanctuary floor appeared to have turned ninety degrees.

As he passed the church, he stopped and stared. A shaft of light appeared between each pair of pews in the ten-pew section except in one spot. There something blocked Buck's view. He threw the Rover into reverse and carefully backed up. On the floor in front of one of those pews were the bottoms of a pair of tennis shoes, toes pointing up. Buck wanted, above all, to get to Loretta's and search for Chloe, but he could not leave someone lying in the debris. Was it possible someone had survived?

He set the brake and scrambled over the passenger seat and out the door, recklessly trotting through stuff that could slice through his shoes. He wanted to be practical but there was no time for that. Buck lost his footing ten feet from those tennis shoes and pitched face forward. He took the brunt of the fall on his palms and chest.

He pulled himself up and knelt next to the tennis shoes, which were attached to a body. Thin legs in dark blue jeans led to narrow hips. From the waist up, the small body was hidden under the pew. The right hand was tucked underneath, the left lay open and limp. Buck found no pulse, but he noticed the hand was broad and bony, the third finger bearing a man's wedding band. Buck slipped it off, assuming a surviving wife might want it.

Buck grabbed the belt buckle and dragged the body from under the bench. When the head slid into view, Buck turned away. He recognized Donny Moore's blond coloring only from his eyebrows. The rest of his hair, even his sideburns, was encrusted with blood.

Buck didn't know what to do in the face of the dead and dying at a time like this. Where would anyone begin disposing of millions of corpses all over the world? Buck gently pushed the body back under the pew but was stopped by an obstruction. He reached underneath and found Donny's beat up, hard-sided briefcase. Buck tried the latches, but combination locks had been set. He lugged the briefcase back to the Range Rover and tried again to find his bearings. He was a scant four blocks from Loretta's, but could he even find the street?


Rayford was encouraged to see movement in the distance at Baghdad Airport. He saw more wreckage and carnage on the ground than people scurrying about, but at least not all had been lost.

A small, dark figure with a strange gait appeared on the horizon. Rayford watched, fascinated, as the image materialized into a stocky, middle-aged Asian in a business suit. The man walked directly toward Rayford, who waited expectantly, wondering if he could help. But as the man drew near, Rayford realized he was not aware of his surroundings. He wore a wing-tipped dress shoe on one foot with only a sock sliding down the ankle of the other. His suit coat was buttoned, but his tie hung outside it. His left hand dripped blood. His hair was mussed, yet his glasses appeared to have been untouched by whatever he had endured.

"Are you all right?" Rayford asked. The man ignored him. "Can I help you?"

The man limped past, mumbling in his own tongue. Rayford turned to cal him back, and the man became a silhouette in the orange sun. There was nothing in that direction but the Tigris River. "Wait!" Rayford called after him. "Come back! Let me help you!"

The man ignored him, and Rayford dialed Mac again. "Let me talk to Carpathia," he said.

"Sure," Mac said. "We're set on that meeting tonight, right?"

"Right, now let me talk to him."

"I mean our personal meeting, right?"

"Yes! I don't know what you want, but yes, I get the point. Now I need to talk to Carpathia."

"Okay, sorry. Here he is."

"Change your mind, Captain Steele?" Carpathia said.

"Hardly. Listen, do you know Asian languages?"

"Some. Why?"

"What does this mean?" he asked, repeating what the man had said.

"That is easy," Carpathia said. "It means, 'You cannot help me. Leave me alone.'"

"Bring Mac back around, would you? This man is going to die of exposure."

"I thought you were looking for your wife."

"I can't leave a man to wander to his death."

"Millions are dead and dying. You cannot save all of them."

"I do not see him, Captain Steele. If you think you can save him, be my guest. I do not mean to be cold, but I have the whole world at heart just now."

Rayford slapped his phone shut and hurried back to the lurching, mumbling man. As he drew near, Rayford was horrified to see why his gait was so strange and why he trailed a river of blood. He had been impaled by a gleaming white chunk of metal, apparently some piece of fuselage. Why he was still alive, how he survived or climbed out, Rayford couldn't imagine. The shard was imbedded from his hip to the back of his head. It had to have missed vital organs by centimeters.

Rayford touched the man's shoulder, causing him to wrench away. He sat heavily, and with a huge sigh toppled slowly in the sand and breathed his last. Rayford checked for a pulse, not surprised to find none. Overcome, he turned his back and knelt in the dirt. Sobs wracked his body.

Rayford raised his hands to the sky. "Why God? Why do I have to see this? Why send someone across my path I can't even help? Spare Chloe and Buck! Please keep Amanda alive for me! I know I don't deserve anything, but I can't go on without her!"


Usually Buck drove two blocks south and two east from the church to Loretta's. But now there were no more blocks. No sidewalks, no streets, no intersections. For as far as Buck could see, every house in the neighborhood had been leveled. Could it have been this bad all over the world? Tsion taught that a quarter of the world's population would fall victim to the wrath of the Lamb. But Buck would be surprised if even a quarter of the population of Mt. Prospect was still alive.

He lined up the Range Rover on a southeastern course. A few degrees above the horizon the day was as beautiful as any Buck could remember. The sky, where not interrupted by smoke and dust, was baby blue. No clouds. Bright sun.

Geysers shot skyward where fire hydrants had ruptured. A woman crawled out from the wreckage of her home, a bloody stump at her shoulder where her arm had been. She screamed at Buck, "Kill me! Kill me!"

He shouted, "No!" and leaped from the Rover as she bent and grabbed a chunk of glass from a broken window and dragged it across her neck. Buck continued to yell as he sprinted to her. He only hoped she was too weak to do anything but superficial damage to her neck, and he prayed she would miss her carotid artery.

He was within a few feet of her when she stared, startled. The glass broke and tinkled to the ground. She stepped back and tripped, her head smacking loudly on the a chunk of concrete. Immediately the blood stopped pumping from her exposed arteries. Her eyes were lifeless as Buck forced her eyes open and covered her mouth with his. Buck blew air into her throat, making her chest rise and her blood trickle, but it was futile.

Buck looked around, wondering whether to try to cover her. Across the way an elderly man stood at the edge of a crater and seemed to will himself to tumble into it. Buck could take no more. Was God preparing him for the likelihood that Chloe had not survived?

He wearily climbed back into the Range Rover, deciding he absolutely could not stop and help anyone else who did not appear to really want it. Everywhere he looked he saw devastation, fire, water, and blood.

Against his better judgment, Rayford left the dead man in the desert sand. What would he do when he saw others in various states of demise? How could Carpathia ignore this? Had he not a shred of humanity? Mac would have surely stayed and helped.

Rayford despaired of seeing Amanda alive again, and though he would search with all that was in him, he already wished he had arranged an earlier rendezvous with Mac. Heíd seen awful things in his life, but the carnage at this airport was going to top them all. A shelter, even the Antichristís, sounded better than this.

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First Chapter

Chapter 1Rayford Steele wore the uniform of the enemy of his soul, and he hated himself for it. He strode through Iraqi sand toward Baghdad Airport in his dress blues and was struck by the incongruity of it all.

From across the parched plain he heard the wails and screams of hundreds he wouldn't begin to be able to help. Any prayer of finding his wife alive depended on how quickly he could get to her. But there was no quick here. Only sand. And what about Chloe and Buck in the States? And Tsion?

Desperate, frantic, mad with frustration, he ripped off his natty waistcoat with its yellow braid, heavy epaulettes, and arm patches that identified a senior officer of the Global Community. Rayford did not take the time to unfasten the solid-gold buttons but sent them popping across the desert floor. He let the tailored jacket slide from his shoulders and clutched the collar in his fists. Three, four, five times he raised the garment over his head and slammed it to the ground. Dust billowed and sand kicked up over his patent leather shoes.

Rayford considered abandoning all vestiges of his connection to Nicolae Carpathia's regime, but his attention was drawn again to the luxuriously appointed arm patches. He tore at them, intending to rip them free, as if busting himself from his own rank in the service of the Antichrist. But the craftsmanship allowed not even a fingernail between the stitches, and Rayford slammed the coat to the ground one more time. He stepped and booted it like an extra point, finally aware of what had made it heavier. His phone was in the pocket.

As he knelt to retrieve his coat, Rayford's maddening logic returned—the practicality that made him who he was. Having no idea what he might find in the ruins of his condominium, he couldn't treat as dispensable what might constitute his only remaining set of clothes.

Rayford jammed his arms into the sleeves like a little boy made to wear a jacket on a warm day. He hadn't bothered to shake the grit from it, so as he plunged on toward the skeletal remains of the airport, Rayford's lanky frame was less impressive than usual. He could have been the survivor of a crash, a pilot who'd lost his cap and seen the buttons stripped from his uniform.

Rayford could not remember a chill before sundown in all the months he'd lived in Iraq. Yet something about the earthquake had changed not only the topography, but also the temperature. Rayford had been used to damp shirts and a sticky film on his skin. But now wind, that rare, mysterious draft, chilled him as he speed-dialed Mac McCullum and put the phone to his ear.

At that instant he heard the chug and whir of Mac's chopper behind him. He wondered where were they going.

"Mac here," came McCullum's gravely voice.

Rayford whirled and watched the copter eclipse the descending sun. "I can't believe this thing works," Rayford said. He had slammed it to the ground and kicked it, but he also assumed the earthquake would have taken out nearby cellular towers.

"Soon as I get out of range, it won't, Ray," Mac said. "Everything's down for as far as I can see. These units act like walkie-talkies when we're close. When you need a cellular boost, you won't find it."

"So any chance of calling the States—"

"Is out of the question," Mac said. "Ray, Potentate Carpathia wants to speak to you, but first—"

"I don't want to talk to him, and you can tell him that."

"But before I give you to him," Mac continued, "I need to remind you that our meeting, yours and mine, is still on for tonight. Right?"

Rayford slowed and stared at the ground, running a hand through his hair. "What? What are you talking about?"

"All right then, very good," Mac said. "We're still meeting tonight then. Now the potentate—"

"I understand you want to talk to me later, Mac, but don't put Carpathia on or I swear I'll—"

"Stand by for the potentate."

Rayford switched the phone to his right hand, ready to smash it on the ground, but he checked himself. When avenues of communication reopened, he wanted to be able to check on his loved ones.

"Captain Steele," came the emotionless tone of Nicolae Carpathia.

"I'm here," Rayford said, allowing his disgust to come through. He assumed God would forgive anything he said to the Antichrist, but he swallowed what he really wanted to say.

"Though we both know how I could respond to your egregious disrespect and insubordination," Carpathia said, "I choose to forgive you."

Rayford continued walking, clenching his teeth to keep from screaming at the man.

"I can tell you are at a loss for how to express your gratitude," Carpathia continued. "Now listen to me. I have a safe place and provisions where my international ambassadors and staff will join me. You and I both know we need each other, so I suggest—"

"You don't need me," Rayford said. "And I don't need your forgiveness. You have a perfectly capable pilot right next to you, so let me suggest that you forget me."

"Just be ready when he lands," Carpathia said, the first hint of frustration in his voice.

"The only place I would accept a ride to is the airport," Rayford said. "And I'm almost there. Don't have Mac set down any closer to this mess."

"Captain Steele," Carpathia began again, condescendingly, "I admire your irrational belief that you can somehow find your wife, but we both know that is not going to happen."

Rayford said nothing. He feared Carpathia was right, but he would never give him the satisfaction of admitting it. And he would certainly never quit looking until he proved to himself Amanda had not survived.

"Come with us, Captain Steele. Just reboard, and I will treat your outburst as if it never—"

"I'm not going anywhere until I've found my wife! Let me talk to Mac."

"Officer McCullum is busy. I will pass along a message."

"Mac could fly that thing with no hands. Now let me talk to him."

"If there is no message, then, Captain Steele—"

"All right, you win. Just tell Mac—"

"Now is no time to neglect protocol, Captain Steele. A pardoned subordinate is behooved to address his superior—"

"All right, Potentate Carpathia, just tell Mac to come for me if I don't find a way back by 2200 hours."

"And should you find a way back, the shelter is three and a half clicks northeast of the original headquarters. You will need the following password: ‘operation Wrath.'"

"What?" Carpathia knew this was coming?

"You heard me, Captain Steele."

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Cameron "Buck" Williams stepped gingerly through the rubble near the ventilation shaft where he had heard the clear, healthy voice of Rabbi Tsion Ben-Judah, trapped in the underground shelter. Tsion assured him he was unhurt, just scared and claustrophobic. That place was small enough without the church imploding above it. With no way out unless someone tunneled to him, the rabbi, Buck knew, would soon feel like a caged animal.

Had Tsion been in immediate danger, Buck would have dug with his bare hands to free him. But Buck felt like a doctor in triage, having to determine who most urgently needed his help. Assuring Tsion he would return, he headed toward the safe house to find his wife.

To get through the trash that had been the only church home he ever knew, Buck had to again crawl past the remains of the beloved Loretta. What a friend she had been, first to the late Bruce Barnes and then to the rest of the Tribulation Force. The Force had begun with four: Rayford, Chloe, Bruce, and Buck. Amanda was added. Bruce was lost. Tsion was added.

Was it possible now that they had been reduced to just Buck and Tsion? Buck didn't want to think about it. He found his watch gunked up with mud, asphalt, and a tiny shard of windshield. He wiped the crystal across his pant leg and felt the crusty mixture tear his trousers and bite into his knee. It was nine o'clock in the morning in Mt. Prospect, and Buck heard an air raid siren, a tornado warning siren, emergency vehicle sirens—one close, two farther away. Shouts. Screams. Sobbing. Engines.

Could he live without Chloe? Buck had been given a second chance; he was here for a purpose. He wanted the love of his life by his side, and he prayed—selfishly, he realized—that she had not already preceded him to heaven.

In his peripheral vision, Buck noticed the swelling of his own left cheek. He had felt neither pain nor blood and had assumed the wound was minor. Now he wondered. He reached in his breast pocket for his mirror-lensed sunglasses. One lens was in pieces. In the reflection of the other he saw a scarecrow, hair wild, eyes white with fear, mouth open and sucking air. The wound was not bleeding, yet it appeared deep. There would be no time for treatment.

Buck emptied his shirt pocket but kept the frames—a gift from Chloe. He studied the ground as he moved back to the Range Rover, picking his way through glass, nails, and bricks like an old man, assuring himself solid purchase.

Buck passed Loretta's car and what was left of her, determined not to look. Suddenly the earth moved, and he stumbled. Loretta's car, which he had been unable to budge moments before, rocked twice and disappeared. The ground had given way under the parking lot. Buck stretched out on his stomach and peeked over the edge of a new crevice. The mangled car rested atop a water main twenty feet beneath the earth. The blown tires pointed up like the feet of bloated roadkill. Curled in a frail ball atop the wreckage was the Raggedy Ann–like body of Loretta, a tribulation saint. There would be more shifting of the earth. Reaching Loretta's body would be impossible. If he was also to find Chloe dead, Buck wished God had let him plunge under the earth with Loretta's car.

Buck rose slowly, suddenly aware of what the roller-coaster ride through the earthquake had done to his joints and muscles. He surveyed the damage to his vehicle. Though it had rolled and been hit from all sides, it appeared remarkably road-worthy. The driver's side door was jammed, the windshield in gummy pieces throughout the interior, and the rear seat had broken away from the floor on one side. One tire had been slashed to the steel belts but looked strong and held air.

Where were Buck's phone and laptop? He had set them on the front seat. He hoped against hope neither had flown out in the mayhem. Buck opened the passenger door and peered onto the floor of the front seat. Nothing. He looked under the rear seats, all the way to the back. In a corner, open and with one screen hinge cracked, was his laptop.

Buck found his phone in a door well. He didn't expect to be able to get through to anyone, with all the damage to cellular towers (and everything else above ground). He switched it on, and it went through a self-test and showed zero range. Still, he had to try. He dialed Loretta's home. He didn't even get a malfunction message from the phone company. The same happened when he dialed the church, then Tsion's shelter. As if playing a cruel joke, the phone made noises as if trying to get through. Then, nothing.

Buck's landmarks were gone. He was grateful the Range Rover had a built-in compass. Even the church seemed twisted from its normal perspective on the corner. Poles and lines and traffic lights were down, buildings flattened, trees uprooted, fences strewn about.

Buck made sure the Range Rover was in four-wheel drive. He could barely travel twenty feet before having to punch the car over some rise. He kept his eyes peeled to avoid anything that might further damage the Rover—it might have to last him through the end of the Tribulation. The best he could figure, that was still more than five years away.

As Buck rolled over chunks of asphalt and concrete where the street once lay, he glanced again at the vestiges of New Hope Village Church. Half the building was underground. But that one section of pews, which had once faced west, now faced north and glistened in the sun. The entire sanctuary floor appeared to have turned ninety degrees.

As he passed the church, he stopped and stared. A shaft of light appeared between each pair of pews in the ten-pew section except in one spot. There something blocked Buck's view. He threw the Rover into reverse and carefully backed up. On the floor in front of one of those pews were the bottoms of a pair of tennis shoes, toes pointing up. Buck wanted, above all, to get to Loretta's and search for Chloe, but he could not leave someone lying in the debris. Was it possible someone had survived?

He set the brake and scrambled over the passenger seat and out the door, recklessly trotting through stuff that could slice through his shoes. He wanted to be practical, but there was no time for that. Buck lost his footing ten feet from those tennis shoes and pitched face forward. He took the brunt of the fall on his palms and chest.

He pulled himself up and knelt next to the tennis shoes, which were attached to a body. Thin legs in dark blue jeans led to narrow hips. From the waist up, the small body was hidden under the pew. The right hand was tucked underneath, the left lay open and limp. Buck found no pulse, but he noticed the hand was broad and bony, the third finger bearing a man's wedding band. Buck slipped it off, assuming a surviving wife might want it.

Buck grabbed the belt buckle and dragged the body from under the bench. When the head slid into view, Buck turned away. He had recognized Donny Moore's blond coloring only from his eyebrows. The rest of his hair, even his sideburns, was encrusted with blood.

Buck didn't know what to do in the face of the dead and dying at a time like this. Where would anyone begin disposing of millions of corpses all over the world? Buck gently pushed the body back under the pew but was stopped by an obstruction. He reached underneath and found Donny's beat up, hard-sided briefcase. Buck tried the latches, but combination locks had been set. He lugged the briefcase back to the Range Rover and tried again to find his bearings. He was a scant four blocks from Loretta's, but could he even find the street?

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Rayford was encouraged to see movement in the distance at Baghdad Airport. He saw more wreckage and carnage on the ground than people scurrying about, but at least not all had been lost.

A small, dark figure with a strange gait appeared on the horizon. Rayford watched, fascinated, as the image materialized into a stocky, middle-aged Asian in a business suit. The man walked directly toward Rayford, who waited expectantly, wondering if he could help. But as the man drew near, Rayford realized he was not aware of his surroundings. He wore a wing-tipped dress shoe on one foot with only a sock sliding down the ankle of the other. His suit coat was buttoned, but his tie hung outside it. His left hand dripped blood. His hair was mussed, yet his glasses appeared to have been untouched by whatever he had endured.

"Are you all right?" Rayford asked. The man ignored him. "Can I help you?"

The man limped past, mumbling in his own tongue. Rayford turned to call him back, and the man became a silhouette in the orange sun. There was nothing in that direction but the Tigris River. "Wait!" Rayford called after him. "Come back! Let me help you!"

The man ignored him, and Rayford dialed Mac again. "Let me talk to Carpathia," he said.

"Sure," Mac said. "We're set on that meeting tonight, right?"

"Right, now let me talk to him."

"I mean our personal meeting, right?"

"Yes! I don't know what you want, but yes, I get the point. Now I need to talk to Carpathia."

"OK, sorry. Here he is."

"Change your mind, Captain Steele?" Carpathia said.

"Hardly. Listen, do you know Asian languages?"

"Some. Why?"

"What does this mean?" he asked, repeating what the man had said.

"That is easy," Carpathia said. "It means, ‘You cannot help me. Leave me alone.'"

"Bring Mac back around, would you? This man is going to die of exposure."

"I thought you were looking for your wife."

"I can't leave a man to wander to his death."

"Millions are dead and dying. You cannot save all of them."

"So you're going to let this man die?"

"I do not see him, Captain Steele. If you think you can save him, be my guest. I do not mean to be cold, but I have the whole world at heart just now."

Rayford slapped his phone shut and hurried back to the lurching, mumbling man. As he drew near, Rayford was horrified to see why his gait was so strange and why he trailed a river of blood. He had been impaled by a gleaming white chunk of metal, apparently some piece of a fuselage. Why he was still alive, how he survived or climbed out, Rayford couldn't imagine. The shard was imbedded from his hip to the back of his head. It had to have missed vital organs by centimeters.

Rayford touched the man's shoulder, causing him to wrench away. He sat heavily, and with a huge sigh toppled slowly in the sand and breathed his last. Rayford checked for a pulse, not surprised to find none. Overcome, he turned his back and knelt in the dirt. Sobs wracked his body.

Rayford raised his hands to the sky. "Why, God? Why do I have to see this? Why send someone across my path I can't even help? Spare Amanda! Please keep her alive for me! I know I don't deserve anything, but I can't go on without her!"

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Usually Buck drove two blocks south and two east from the church to Loretta's. But now there were no more blocks. No sidewalks, no streets, no intersections. For as far as Buck could see, every house in every neighborhood had been leveled. Could it have been this bad all over the world? Tsion taught that a quarter of the world's population would fall victim to the wrath of the Lamb. But Buck would be surprised if only a quarter of the population of Mt. Prospect was still alive.

He lined up the Range Rover on a southeastern course. A few degrees above the horizon, the day was as beautiful as any Buck could remember. The sky, where not interrupted by smoke and dust, was baby blue. No clouds. Bright sun.

Geysers shot skyward where fire hydrants had ruptured. A woman crawled out from the wreckage of her home, a bloody stump at her shoulder where her arm had been. She screamed at Buck, "Kill me! Kill me!"

He shouted, "No!" and leaped from the Rover as she bent and grabbed a chunk of glass from a broken window and dragged it across her neck. Buck continued to yell as he sprinted to her. He only hoped she was too weak to do anything but superficial damage to her neck, and he prayed she would miss her carotid artery.

He was within a few feet of her when she stared, startled. The glass broke and tinkled to the ground. She stepped back and tripped, her head smacking loudly on a chunk of concrete. Immediately the blood stopped pumping from her exposed arteries. Her eyes were lifeless as Buck forced her jaw open and covered her mouth with his. Buck blew air into her throat, making her chest rise and her blood trickle, but it was futile.

Buck looked around, wondering whether to try to cover her. Across the way an elderly man stood at the edge of a crater and seemed to will himself to tumble into it. Buck could take no more. Was God preparing him for the likelihood that Chloe had not survived?

He wearily climbed back into the Range Rover, deciding he absolutely could not stop and help anyone else who did not appear to really want it. Everywhere he looked he saw devastation, fire, water, and blood.

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Against his better judgment, Rayford left the dead man in the desert sand. What would he do when he saw others in various states of demise? How could Carpathia ignore this? Had he not a shred of humanity? Mac would have stayed and helped.

Rayford despaired of seeing Amanda alive again, and though he would search with all that was in him, he already wished he had arranged an earlier rendezvous with Mac. He'd seen awful things in his life, but the carnage at this airport was going to top them all. A shelter, even the Antichrist's, sounded better than this.

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Interviews & Essays

On Thursday, August 6th, barnesandnoble.com welcomed Jerry B. Jenkins to discuss SOUL HARVEST.


Hannah and Lyndsay from Sheffield, UK:

Jerry Jenkins: The idea of a fictitious account of the rapture of the church and the seven-year tribulation predicted in the "Book of Revelations" was from Dr. Tim LaHaye, a former pastor and Bible scholar who specializes in prophetic teaching. He is not a novelist, however, and asked if I would write novels that fit his view. Though not a theologian, I do share his views and have had great fun writing these.


Rich from South Berlin, NY: You know, although your book is religious in nature, reading the jacket copy makes me think it has striking similarities to contemporary sci fi and fantasy. Do you think the writing is similar?

Jerry Jenkins: Ironically, I wouldn't know if my writing is similar to sci-fi, because I'm not a sci-fi reader. I have been told that it is, however. When people hear what it's about, the end of the world with people disappearing, etc., they assume its science fiction.


Elise from Brooklyn, NY: Many people believe that the Y2K (a.k.a. millennium bug) problem could be somewhat apocalyptic in proportion. It's also been said by many fundamentalist Christians that the year 2000 will be the year of the apocalypse. What do you think of this? Is it just a coincidence? Or do you think the problem is a modern biblical event?

Jerry Jenkins: A good friend of mine, Mike Hyatt, has written THE MILLENNIUM BUG, which really got my attention (recently). It looks like it could be devastating if someone doesn't find a solution fast. Whether it coincides with anything apocalyptic, I couldn't say. I'd be very surprised if any fundamentalist Christians say that 2000 will be the year of the apocalypse, because fundamentalists know that the Bible says not even the Son (Jesus) knows the day or the hour, but only the Father (God). It would be pretty silly for Christians to be predicting the date when Jesus doesn't even know. Actually, Dr. LaHaye and I don't think God cares what year we think it is. We've already screwed up the calendar by four years, and the idea of time and date keeping was ours and not his anyway. The Bible says that God's economy of time is that a day is as a thousand years. We think all the prophecy has been fulfilled that needs to be before he returns, but what if he decides, in his love and mercy, to wait one more "day"?


Lenny from Richmond, VA: What is the great "soul harvest" prophesied in the Scriptures?

Jerry Jenkins: I won't take the time to try to get the references out of Revelations while we're "on the air" here, but a couple of passages speak to this. First, an army is described as having 200 million men. Then later, the souls of those who came to Christ during the tribulation period are described as a multitude too great to number. Dr. LaHaye extrapolates that if one is counted at 200 million and another is too great to be counted, the bigger could be as many as a billion, but is at least more than 200 million. If those are the ones who did not come to Christ until the tribulation (because if they had been Christians before, they would have been raptured and not endured the tribulation), that means there has to be a great soul harvest during the period.


Grace from Melbourne: Where do you think we are now in terms of the history's timeline for end times?

Jerry Jenkins: Dr. LaHaye and I believe that all the prophecies that must be fulfilled before the return of Christ have been fulfilled, with the possible exception of the gospel being preached on every continent and to every tribe and tongue. We're very close there. With satellite communications, etc., Billy Graham has been broadcast to almost every nation in the world simultaneously. Bible translators are working feverishly to get the Scriptures translated into every tongue, etc. There's a story in Revelations about the murder of the Two Witnesses and the fact that the whole world sees them lie in the streets of Jerusalem for three days before they are taken to heave. Scholars always thought that had to be figurative or symbolic language, but CNN has changed all that.


Sam from Little Rock, AR: I have not read any of your books, but they look very interesting. Can you tell us what this series is about and what your mission is in telling it?

Jerry Jenkins: The story begins with people disappearing right out of their clothes and a little band of survivors deciding they had been warned and know what this was, the prophesied rapture of the church by Christ. The rest of the series follows this little group called the Tribulation Force as they try to find the truth, fight the AntiChrist, and try to spread the word to others that they can still come to Christ if they will. Our mission was to encourage the believers and show them what this will be like for a contemporary society, to persuade unbelievers that it could be true, and to expose to cynics and skeptics exactly what we crazy Christians believe -- because even if this is rejected out of hand, it's only fair to have a cogent example of what we believe out there to be debated, accepted, or rejected. We can handle the criticism, etc., but we feel it's important that a correct view of end-times events (from our perspective) is revealed.


Macon from Atlanta, GA: Congratulations on the success of the books of this series. I have read them all so far and passed them to all of my friends. Did you predict that they would be so successful? Why do you think they are so popular?

Jerry Jenkins: Thanks. Hey! I've got kids in college, so let those people buy their own! Just kidding. We hear stories like this all the time, sometimes as many as ten people reading each book. I thought when I finished the first one that it was special and might sell 100,000 copies, maybe as many as 200,000. No one could have predicted what has happened. These are averaging 25,000 a month and have been since the first of the four came out in September 1995. SOUL HARVEST was released six weeks ago and will soon pass the 420,000 mark. They are so popular because...um, the writing? No, we really believe this has caught people's interest in a heretofore puzzling subject.


Rachel from New York City: Do you believe we can really predict God's timeline and determine future events?

Jerry Jenkins: No, we really believe we can't predict God's timeline and wouldn't dare. As for determining future events, they've already been determined and outlined in Revelation. We put fictional characters in place and had this stuff happen to them, trying to have them respond as we would. Somehow it has helped bring prophecy to life for people, and they enjoy the characters, the story, and what they learn -- at least about our interpretation of what it all means. An earlier answer outlines our aversion to predicting God's timeline.


Cheryl from Lampasas, TX: What was the reason for the strange twist of fate concerning Amanda's allegiance?

Jerry Jenkins: To avoid giving away a significant plot development to those who haven't read that far, let me just say that Amanda's true character has been questioned, and at the end of book four it has not been resolved, though evidence is mounting. As for the reason for a strange twist of fate in a novel? Would it be a novel without a few of those? In truth, I first introduced her at face value with no intention of having her be subversive. Readers wrote to tell me they didn't trust her. I looked back to see if I had precluded her being a plant, and saw that I had not. Now it appears she could be, but is she? Book five will be released in February.


Sarah from Pittsburgh: When you started writing the first of the Left Behind books, did you envision that this would grow to a seven-book series?

Jerry Jenkins: We first naively thought we could tell the story in one large volume, rapture, tribulation, and all, roughly seven years of action. But that's what it would have been, all action, all big events, no character development, thus no realism. In the middle of the writing of the first book we talked with Tyndale House about making it a trilogy, but by the end of book two we contracted for six. Then seven. We thought that would be it, but I feared the pace of the first four were a major reason for the success and we would have to move to all events and action to get the last four and a half years of the tribulation into just three more books. So, are you ready for the good news? Tyndale has said, Let's do two a year from now on, one released in February and the other in August, and don't limit the total. Don't milk it or stretch it out needlessly, of course, but stay at the same pace and tell the story until it's finished. That's a relief to me. We covered approximately 24 months in the first four books.


Mark from Texas: What is your background as far as religious affiliation?

Jerry Jenkins: I call myself an evangelical Christian. That means I believe John 14:6 and that I am to spread the word, not in an offensive way -- in its own way, the gospel of Christ offends -- but in as clear and engaging a way as possible. I don't consider unbelievers second-class citizens or even unlikable. What they do with the message of Christ is their responsibility alone. Mine is not to badger or lecture but to tell the true message, not the one others assume constitutes the message.


Claire from Petersburg: Do you have the remaining three story lines of the Left Behind series mapped out?

Jerry Jenkins: Dr. LaHaye has a chart of the events yet to be covered as prophesied for the tribulation in the Bible. But as for what happens to the characters, I write as a process of discovery. Some major events are clearer to me than others. I know the truth about Amanda and I have some fairly strong ideas on what happens with Hattie and her currently unborn child, but I'm always surprised by the twists and turns too. And as you can see from a previous answer, we're no longer limiting the series to seven.


Matt from New York: Do you have visions? How do you picture God?

Jerry Jenkins: No visions. I believe God's revelation to mankind is complete in Scripture. I know God is a spirit and that his only incarnation was as Jesus, but I tend to picture him as older and grayer than the traditional picture we have of Jesus. I'm sure I use this obviously inaccurate and unbiblical mental picture because I'm incapable of getting a handle on what a purely spiritual being is. The Bible says God is love, but when it speaks to His holiness, it says it in triplicate. He's love, but He's also holy, holy, holy.


Peter from Blacksburg: I have heard film rights have been bought for two of the series. Which two, and will you be writing the screenplays? When can we expect them in theaters?

Jerry Jenkins: The first two, and no. The film company, Namesake Entertainment, has kept me very much in the loop. There are several A-list scriptwriters interested in it. They're hoping for a 2000 release in theaters, big budget. The executive producer will like be Ralph Winter, who produced Disney's new $100-plus million "Mighty Joe Young."


Paul from Rhode Island: Do you have a favorite among the Bible stories?

Jerry Jenkins: You gotta love David and Goliath. I also like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abed-Nego. Daniel in the lion's den is pretty cool. I hate to have to pick just one.


Lee from New Jersey: Hi. What is your next project?

Jerry Jenkins: I'm just finishing the first of a trilogy for Zondervan entitled the Three Rivers Legacy. The first has a working title of THOUGH NONE GO WITH ME, and it's about a woman born in January 1900, so she grows up and grows old with the century. She makes a decision as a young teen to make the rest of her life an experiment in obedience to God, and her life quickly becomes chaotic. Her question and the theme of the novel is whether there is any kind of payoff, this side of heaven, for a life of devotion to God. I believe Zondervan plans to release it next spring or early summer.


Johnny from grhi@msn.com: How many books are there going to be in the Left Behind series, and are you planning to have heaven as a setting in the story eventually?

Jerry Jenkins: Probably at least 12, and yes.


Matt from New York City: Do you think that homosexuals will have a place in the world at the end of time?

Jerry Jenkins: Always. While the Bible is clear that God considers the practice sinful, he also considers premarital and extramarital heterosexual sex wrong and loves all sinners.


Cheryl from Lampasas, TX: Even though your stories are works of fiction, they are based on a true book -- the Bible's book of Revelations. Do you feel that your works will inspire people to learn about Christianity? Surely your books are being read by people who have not had anyone share such a precious gift as Christianity with them.

Jerry Jenkins: I sure hope so. You've hit on our point.


Moderator: Thank you, Jerry Jenkins, for joining us tonight. We wish you continuing success with the Left Behind series. Do you have any closing comments for your online audience this evening?

Jerry Jenkins: Thanks so much for having me. It has been fun and interesting, and I hope more and more people will at least check out the series. I wish I had time to answer all the questions. Thanks again!


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  • Posted August 25, 2011

    Soul Harvest review

    The fourth in the Left Behind series, this book picks up with our main characters immediately following a devastating global earthquake. Buck and Rayford are searching for their loved ones; Rayford's wife Amanda (one of the few characters in this series I care very little for) has her integrity called into question - was she truly a believer? or was she working for Carpathia? - and she's missing; Tsion Ben-Judah begins to post his teachings online and antics ensue to keep the website encrypted so he may continue without GC interruption; and hearts really are turning in great numbers to Christ. Carpathia is on a rampage (when isn't he...) to rebuild his Global Community. Believers begin to recognize a "mark" on the forehead of other true believers (this will play a major part in determining Amanda's truthfulness) and allows more espionage, because really, how else will they have any clue as to who to trust! And, the Judgments begin.

    Lots of events....and I can't wait to see what happens next.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 5, 2011

    They Just Keep Getting Better!

    The story keeps getting better and better! This book begins after a catastrophic earthquake has taken place. Only Israel was protected. Rayford Steele is still working as a pilot for the antichrist and the way he talks to him is sometimes very humorous. The antichrist is, as well, and it's interesting to imagine what he will really be like.

    When the book begins, Amanda and Tsion Ben-Judah are both lost as Rayford and Buck look for them in different parts of the world. Later, doubt is cast on Amanda concerning whether or not she is/was really a believer. The main action of this book concerns Rayford searching for her or her body, and trying to discover if she was really a Christian or was working with Carpathia, the antichrist.

    This book is a fast-paced read and I highly recommend it along with the rest of the series. I read Soul Harvest 8 years ago and it's exciting to come back to it again.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 2, 2011

    GREAT!

    This is a great book! It is full of suspense and is a great read. It had me on my toes the whole time. I really like these series since they focus on the end of the world in a religious way. I really love this book and recommend it to everyone. Great job Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins on writing it!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 27, 2011

    Faith in What?

    This fourth book in the best-selling Left Behind series allows readers to watch the willful fracas between the evil incarnate Nicolae Carpathia and newly founded followers of Christ. Trib Forcers Rayford Steele and Buck Williams get alienated during the world cataclysm. As Rayford chauffeurs Carpathia around his empire, thousands of people begin to hunger for the Truth that continues to defy walls and boundaries. Two prophetic witnesses at the Wailing Wall stir faith for all the new followers. Chaos fervently builds as the world learns about an evil called the Antichrist. This was a book I reviewed for Tyndale House Publishers.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 7, 2011

    great

    soul harvest starts after the great earthquake when everyone is trying to find out who is alive and who is dead. amanda rayfords wife dies due to the quake when her plane runs out of fuel over the tigres and can't land due to the quake. rayford feels she is still alive but finds out when he and new believer mac go scuba diveing to the crashed plane. after tons of searching and a recue keeping her from being held hostage buck finds chloe with the help of ken ritz also a new believer. they also save hattie from being killed when buck risks his life and pretends to be ray. as the book ends the wormwood astoroid falls.

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  • Posted July 7, 2011

    Epic - A must read

    Soul Harvest is the fourth book in the Left behind series and it is pretty epic! Those who like apocalyptic fiction will love this series!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 21, 2011

    soul harvest

    another great addition to the series. though sometimes the books were kinda freaky.

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  • Posted December 12, 2009

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    Riveting

    This book and the whole series is riveting. It take the book of Revelation and makes it relevant and exciting. It makes the second coming an action adventure that's exciting for everyone to read and understand.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2008

    Easy Reading

    The book and series keep your interest. But, lacks in structure. The authors repeatedly remind you why the characters are doing, saying , or thinking whatever it is that they are. It was like reading a Childrens book. Also they don't lead into the next book very well. Every book ends with a wrap up of the story for that particular book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 26, 2003

    EXCELLENT!!

    I've been hooked on this series, and I finished #3 of the series, and I'm half way through #4. I highly recommend, and it gives an excellent account of what Revelations reveals to us in the Bible. After reading this series, you're guaranteed to be a Christian! :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 1, 2004

    Amazing ! Just simply amazing!!!!

    This series is just outstanding! I've never been one to read anything relating to faith, but I just cant put these books down! Besides a compelling story with interesting characters, this series will have you questioning yourself about your faith. I cant wait to finish off all the books!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 27, 2004

    This series is amazing!

    Within a week I have read the first 3 books and can't wait to get #4 and continue the journey. This truly makes you question your faith and dig just a little deeper into your spirituality. I have found myself wanting to talk to everyone I know about this series, not to mention the bible!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2003

    Amazing Prophecies, come true.

    I loved it, it really inspired me to get deeper in my faith. The story has a lot of truth to it, but yet has some fiction that makes the story interesting. This story has reality because it will come true.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 27, 2003

    Too good to put down

    I bought book #4 on a Saturday afternoon, I was done by that Sunday evening. I cannot put these books down. I can't seem to buy them as fast as I read them and I have never been much of a reader. Book #4 is by far the best out of the series so far. I'm looking forward to buying book #5 this weekend. Maybe I should go ahead and get #6 while I'm at it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2003

    Soul Harvest: The World Takes Sides (Left Behind Series #4)

    In this book is very suspenceful I couldn't put it down. I was feeling like I was actually in the book. I just wish the series was longer than 12 books I can't wait to finish them. I feel like I want to jump in it and kill Nicolae. I love it. I will take the side of God; What About you? E-mail me to tell me what you think.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2003

    Soul Harvest: The World Takes Sides (Left Behind Series #4)

    This is a very good book. I recommend it to anyone who loves fiction or likes books about good v.s. evil books. Which side will you take? When the world takes sides. I love the characters, they can really grow on you.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 5, 2003

    Soul Harvest

    In the book Soul Harvest, Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins tell the stories of Buck Williams and Rayford Steele as they search for their loved ones before the prophesized soul harvest. Flying back from Baghdad, Iraq Rayford Steele runs into some problems on the way including having to fly around the antichrist Nicolae. This creates a lot of conflicts as they struggle to find their families and each other. Soul Harvest is a story of a few but big conflicts of man vs. man and man vs. nature. The conflict between man vs. man is between pilot Rayford Steele and the hated antichrist Nicolae. Rayford is a former air force pilot who wants to stop the Apocalypse but also wants to stop Nicolae from trying to take over the world and he wants to find his family before the world ends. The conflict of man vs. nature is between Rayford Steele and Buck Williams vs. the elements of nature and the different happenings of the Apocalypse. Rayford Steele and Buck Williams were friends and neighbors, they were forced to go into hiding in Nicolae with a rabbi, they have to face the elements of nature and the apocalypse to try to reach their respective families before anything bad can happen to them. These conflicts weave a story full of explosion and disaster. Although their story line is explosive and disastrous Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins are most adept at creating complex characters. They are far from your normal characters; they are heroic and very daring to face the antichrist to try to stop him from taking over the world. Although they are acted as heroes in the story they are very serious about trying to save the world but, mainly trying to save their families and friends. I think that people should read this book and this series because it tells how one day the world might end and how people stick together in the time of crisis. Also this book will make people more of the dangers people have to go through when their life is on the line. This book is a ¿page turner¿ because of all the action and dangerous things that Buck Williams and Rayford Steele have to go through to find their loved ones and friends.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 2, 2003

    KEEP THEM COMING

    I am still amazed that Lahaye keeps pumping out these great books. This book is even more action packed than the last. It is a definite must read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 18, 2002

    top books of the year

    want to sit down and enjoy a good book. then sit down with the other 9 books these book are great

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 18, 2002

    Exemplifies the Problem

    Soul Harvest exemplifies the biggest problem with the entire LEFT BEHIND series. Jerry Jenkins spends more time on idiotic small talk between Buck, Ken and a car rental agent that he spends on the earth being struck by an asteroid!!! If you'd like some books that stick to the subject of the end times and tell a much more interesting story, I recommend James BeauSeigneur's THE CHRIST CLONE TRILOGY.

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