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Three novels. Two worlds. One Story.
Enter an adrenaline-laced epic where dreams and reality collide.
Black - An incredible story of evil and rescue, betrayal and love, and a terrorist threat unlike anything the human race has ever known. A virulent evil has been unleashed upon the people of Earth. The only man who can stop it is Thomas Hunter, an unlikely hero whose life is stretched between two worlds. Every time he falls asleep in one ...
Three novels. Two worlds. One Story.
Enter an adrenaline-laced epic where dreams and reality collide.
Black - An incredible story of evil and rescue, betrayal and love, and a terrorist threat unlike anything the human race has ever known. A virulent evil has been unleashed upon the people of Earth. The only man who can stop it is Thomas Hunter, an unlikely hero whose life is stretched between two worlds. Every time he falls asleep in one reality, he awakes in the other. Soon Thomas no longer knows which reality is real. Yet it quickly becomes apparent that his choices in each world impact the other--and that the fates of both rest in his hands.
Red - In one world, Thomas Hunter is a battle-scarred general commanding an army of primitive warriors. In the other, he's racing to outwit sadistic terrorists intent on creating global chaos through an unstoppable virus. Thomas must find a way to change history--or face the destruction of two worlds.
White - Thomas Hunter has only days to survive two separate realms of danger, deceit, and destruction. The fates of both worlds now rest on his unique ability to shift realities through his dreams. Thomas and The Circle must quickly decide who they can trust--both with their own lives and the fate of millions. And neither the terror of Black nor the treachery of Red can prepare Thomas for the forces aligned against The Circle in White.
Featuring Complete Texts of: BLACK, RED, and WHITE
Copyright © 2008 Ted Dekker
All right reserved.
It all started one day earlier with a single silenced bullet out of nowhere.
Thomas Hunter was walking down the same dimly lit alley he always took on his way home after locking up the small Java Hut on Colfax and Ninth, when a smack! punctuated the hum of distant traffic. Red brick dribbled from a one-inch hole two feet away from his face. He stopped midstride.
This time he saw the bullet plow into the brick. This time he felt a sting on his cheek as tiny bits of shattered brick burst from the impact. This time every muscle in his body ceased.
Someone had just shot at him!
Was shooting at him.
Tom recoiled to a crouch and instinctively spread his arms. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes off those two holes in the brick, dead ahead. They had to be some mistake. Figments of his overactive imagination. His aspirations to write novels had finally ruptured the line between fantasy and reality with these two empty eye sockets staring at him from the red brick.
That wasn't his imagination, was it? No, that was his name, and it was echoing down the alley. A third bullet crashed into the brick wall.
He bolted to his left, still crouching. Onelong step, drop the right shoulder, roll. Again the air split above his head. This bullet clanged into a steel ladder and rang down the alley.
Tom came to his feet and chased the sound in a full sprint, pushed by instinct as much as by terror. He'd been here before, in the back alleys of Manila. He'd been a teenager then, and the Filipino gangs were armed with knives and machetes rather than guns, but at the moment, tearing down the alley behind Ninth and Colfax, Tom's mind wasn't drawing any distinction.
"You're a dead man!" the voice yelled.
Now he knew who they were. They were from New York.
This alley led to another thirty yards ahead, on his left. A mere shadow in the dim light, but he knew the cutaway.
Two more bullets whipped by, one so close he could feel its wind on his left ear. Feet pounded the concrete behind him. Two, maybe three pairs.
Tom dived into the shadow.
"Cut him off in the back. Radio."
Tom rolled to the balls of his feet then sprinted, mind spinning.
The problem with adrenaline, Makatsu's thin voice whispered, is that it makes your head weak. His karate instructor would point to his head and wink. You have plenty of muscle to fight, but no muscle to think.
If they had radios and could cut off the street ahead, he would have a very serious problem.
He looked frantically for cover. One access to the roof halfway down the alley. One large garbage bin too far away. Scattered boxes to his left. No real cover. He had to make his move before they entered the alley.
Fingers of panic stabbed into his mind. Adrenaline dulls reason; panic kills it. Makatsu again. Tom had once been beaten to a pulp by a gang of Filipinos who'd taken a pledge to kill any Americano brat who entered their turf. They made the streets around the army base their turf. His instructor had scolded him, insisting that he was good enough to have escaped their attack that afternoon. His panic had cost him dearly. His brain had been turned to rice pudding, and he deserved the bruises that swelled his eyes shut.
This time it was bullets, not feet and clubs, and bullets would leave more than bruises. Time was out.
Short on ideas and long on desperation, Tom dived for the gutter. Rough concrete tore at his skin. He rolled quickly to his left, bumped into the brick wall, and lay facedown in the deep shadow.
Feet pounded around the corner and ran straight toward him. One man. How they had found him in Denver, four years after the fact, he had no clue. But if they'd gone to this trouble, they wouldn't just walk away.
The man ran on light feet, hardly winded. Tom's nose was buried in the musty corner. Noisy blasts of air from his nostrils buffeted his face. He clamped down on his breathing; immediately his lungs began to burn.
The slapping feet approached, ran past.
A slight tremor lit through his bones. He fought another round of panic. It had been six years since his last fight. He didn't stand a chance against a man with a gun. He desperately willed the feet to move on. Walk. Just walk!
But the feet didn't walk.
They scraped quietly.
Tom nearly cried out in his hopelessness. He had to move now, while he still had the advantage of surprise.
He threw himself to his left, rolled once to gain momentum. Then twice, rising first to his knees then to his feet. His attacker was facing him, gun extended, frozen.
Tom's momentum carried him laterally, directly toward the opposite wall. The gun's muzzle-flash momentarily lit the dark alley and spit a bullet past him. But now instinct had replaced panic.
What shoes am I wearing?
The question flashed through Tom's mind as he hurdled for the brick wall, left foot leading. A critical question.
His answer came when his foot planted on the wall. Rubber soles. One more step up the wall with traction to spare. He threw his head back, arched hard, pushed himself off the brick, then twisted to his right halfway through his rotation. The move was simply an inverted bicycle kick, but he hadn't executed it in half a dozen years, and this time his eyes weren't on a soccer ball tossed up by one of his Filipino friends in Manila.
This time it was a gun.
The man managed one shot before Tom's left foot smashed into his hand, sending the pistol clattering down the alley. The bullet tugged at his collar.
Tom didn't land lightly on his feet as he'd hoped. He sprawled to his hands, rolled once, and sprang into the seventh fighting position opposite a well-muscled man with short-cropped black hair. Not exactly a perfectly executed maneuver. Not terrible for someone who hadn't fought in six years.
The man's eyes were round with shock. His experience in the martial arts obviously didn't extend beyond The Matrix. Tom was briefly tempted to shout for joy, but, if anything, he had to shut this man up before he could call out.
The man's astonishment suddenly changed to a snarl, and Tom saw the knife in his right hand. Okay, so maybe the man knew more about street-fighting than was at first apparent.
He charged Tom.
The fury that flooded Tom's veins felt all too welcome. How dare this man shoot at him! How dare he not fall to his knees after such a brilliant kick!
Tom ducked the knife's first swipe. Came up with his palm to the man's chin. Bone cracked.
It wasn't enough. This man was twice his weight, with twice his muscle, and ten times his bad blood.
Tom launched himself vertically and spun into a full roundhouse kick, screaming despite his better judgment. His foot had to be doing a good eighty miles an hour when it struck the man's jaw.
They both hit the concrete at precisely the same time-Tom on his feet, ready to deliver another blow; his assailant on his back, breathing hard, ready for the grave. Figuratively speaking.
The man's silver pistol lay near the wall. Tom took a step for it, then rejected the notion. What was he going to do? Shoot back? Kill the guy? Incriminate himself? Not smart. He turned and ran back in the direction they'd come.
The main alley was empty. He ducked into it, edged along the wall, grabbed the rails to a steel fire escape, and quickly ascended. The building's roof was flat and shouldered another taller building to the south. He swung up to the second building, ran in a crouch, and halted by a large vent, nearly a full block from the alley where he'd laid out the New Yorker.
He dropped to his knees, pressed back into the shadows, and listened past the thumping of his heart.
The hum of a million tires rolling over asphalt. The distant roar of a jet overhead. The faint sound of idle talk. The sizzling of food frying in a pan, or of water being poured from a window. The former, considering they were in Denver, not the Philippines. No sounds from New York.
He leaned back and closed his eyes, catching his breath.
Crazy! Fights in Manila as a teenager were one thing, but here in the States at the ripe age of twenty-five? The whole sequence struck him as surreal. It was hard to believe this had just happened to him.
Or, more accurately, was happening to him. He still had to figure a way out of this mess. Did they know where he lived? No one had followed him to the roof.
Tom crept to the ledge. Another alley ran directly below, adjoining busy streets on either side. Denver's brilliant skyline glimmered on the horizon directly ahead. An odd odor met his nose, sweet like cotton candy but mixed with rubber or something burning.
Déjà vu. He'd been here before, hadn't he? No, of course not. Lights shimmered in the hot summer air, reds and yellows and blues, like jewels sprinkled from heaven. He could swear he'd been-
Tom's head suddenly snapped to the left. He threw out his arms, but his world spun impossibly and he knew that he was in trouble.
Something had hit him. Something like a sledgehammer. Something like a bullet.
He felt himself topple, but he wasn't sure if he was really falling or if he was losing consciousness. Something was horribly wrong with his head.
He landed hard on his back, in a pillow of black that swallowed his mind whole.
Excerpted from THE CIRCLE TRILOGY by TED DEKKER Copyright © 2008 by Ted Dekker. Excerpted by permission.
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Posted April 26, 2010
This book (Trilogy) was hard to put down, so much so that I read late into the night to find out what happens next. The characters are believable and even the "bad guys" will make you want to get to know them. This Trilogy is not just for Christians; everyone will enjoy these books. It has enough excitement, weirdness and romance to keep the interest of most readers. It even has violence! Well, it's not of the blood and guts kind, but it is still worthy of being called violence. It's got sci-fi, too. Even Techies would like this one. I downloaded this onto my nook and am glad to have it in my permanent library. I am going to read the next series for this series. You can read them out of order, so that is nice too. These books can be read by teenagers, retired people, married people, single people or really old people. It is easy to follow; you don't feel like you have to "go back" to remember who someone was or why they were doing something.
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This is the most amazing trilogy ever. I swear, when I'm trying to decide a favorite author, it takes me a while. But this was instantly my favorite book. This book is good for Christians and non-christians alike, but it is especially good for Christians because you know what the symbols mean. I'd recommend this to everyone.
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Posted January 12, 2012
To say this is a really good book is an understatement... It was awesome!! In this alternate reality Dekker has created everything is distinctly either black or white, good or evil, whereas in the world that we live in, it is more of a gray. To say anything more would spoil the rest of the trilogy, so I won't. You should definitely read this!!
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Posted February 19, 2011
I had a hard time putting this book down. The first Ted Dekker books I have read, and was very pleased. A friend told me about him and recommended the Circle Trilogy and I was not disapointed. I downloaded Green as soon as I finshed The Circle and it has already got me hooked.
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Posted March 13, 2009
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I liked the convenience of all 3 books in one rather than 3 seperate ones.
The flow of the book was great. Not having to wait till the next book was either bought, or at home to continue the reading was what I liked best. I read the book only at work on my lunches and breaks and still was able to finish in a reasonalble amount of time, despite the fact that the first one I bought was stolen from the lunch room. I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.
I liked the fact that the first book was able to draw me in and keep me there by the going back and forth between realities. I kept on wanting to find out how the other one was doing. I was never diappointed. At the conclusion a few things came to mind. How would I really respond to the ending of our world and is my faith strong enough to go through it. Right now I don't think so. As old as I am I'm still a baby in my faith, I need to step it up a notch or two.
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The circle trilogy had me on a reading rampage. And tying the four books together like that is a skill I've never seen before. Well done Dekker! Favorite author so far, keep it up!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 20, 2013
I have yet to read a book that creates such a unique world!! When the first book came out and I saw the cover, I wasn't interested with it until I read the back! The contrast between the worlds is amazing! There are countless plot twists and symbolism! Such a phenominal way to tell a story that relates to Christianity but is a fun ride of the imagination as well! Brilliant! Action packed too so guys would love it as well!
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Posted January 5, 2012
I love this series....but if one more character WINKS Im going to scream. OK...i feel better now. That being said, these are well written stories I throughly enjoyed. I needed frontal lobe stimulation while Im waiting for Dean Koontz to wake up. Thank you Mr. Dekker.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 15, 2011
The book kept me at the edge of my seat the entire time. Dekker didn't let up on the action, and kept the reader in the dark until the end, where he whips out an unguessable ending. I definetly recommend it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 9, 2011
Loved the christian symbolism in these books.i havent read white yet,but im lookin forward to it.these books are awesome,but aren't for peeps younger than twelve:)e.g.j.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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I am a huge fan of Ted Dekker, but was hesitant to read the histories... Sounded too action packed. Oh how I was wrong! Next to Twilight series, this is by far the greatest series I've ever read. I love how it has action, suspense, love (both romantic "wooing" and compassion), sadness, humor, and insight. There's so much in these stories I just could not seem to put it down. You'll get lost in time, literally!, physically, and metaphorically. And as bad as the Horde are, I find myself wishing I could live in Elyon (Justin's) time. Thomas is a great man, and it's worth reading about his life.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.