FROM #1 NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR JERRY B. JENKINS COMES A HEART-STOPPING ADVENTURE OF HISTORICAL PROPORTIONS Nicole Berman is an archaeologist on the brink of a world-changing discovery. During her first dig in Jordan, she believes she has found concrete evidence of a biblical patriarch that could change history books forever. But someone doesn’t want the truth revealed. While urgently trying to connect pieces of an ancient puzzle, a dangerous enemy is out to stop her. “From a criminal investigation in Manhattan to the birth of Abram in ancient Ur, Jerry Jenkins weaves together a tale of drama and suspense that will draw you into the lives of two families separated by 4,000 years of history yet sharing remarkably similar struggles of faith. Dead Sea Rising combines the thrill of a whodunit with the moral and political intrigue of the ancient, and modern, Middle East. But be prepared. Once you begin, you won’t be able to stop until you reach the final page!” —DR. CHARLIE DYER, PROFESSOR-AT-LARGE OF BIBLE, AND HOST OF THE LAND AND THE BOOK RADIO PROGRAM “If you love history—especially biblical history—this is a fun and fascinating read!” —JONI EARECKSON TADA, JONI AND FRIENDS INTERNATIONAL DISABILITY CENTER “Jerry Jenkins’ dialogue is equal to the best of Nelson DeMille, his storylines equal to the best of John Grisham. And now Dead Sea Rising . . . this book may be Jerry’s best.” —ANDY ANDREWS, NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR OF THE TRAVELER’S GIFT AND THE NOTICER “Jumping back and forth in time at a breakneck pace, Dead Sea Rising is a thriller as only Jerry B. Jenkins can tell it. Biblical history combines with gripping contemporary mystery. Just be aware—you’ll be hooked.” —JAMES SCOTT BELL, INTERNATIONAL THRILLER WRITERS AWARD WINNER
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About the Author
Jerry B. Jenkins’s novels have sold more than 70 million copies. Twenty of his books have reached the New York Times, USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. The phenomenally bestselling Left Behind series inspired a movie starring Nicholas Cage. Jenkins has been featured on the cover of Newsweek and his writing has appeared in Time, Guideposts, and dozens of other periodicals. He and his wife, Dianna, have three grown children and live in Colorado.
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Manhattan, New York City
"It's your mother," Nicole Berman's father said over the phone.
She rose from her desk at the sound of his voice. "What happened?"
"Broken hip. She's at Sinai on Madison."
"Hip? How, Dad?"
"You know what I know. How soon can you get there?"
"On my way," she said, juggling her phone to pull on her trench coat.
"Use a foundation car, Nic."
"Quicker to walk. It's rush hour here. What time is it there?"
"Coming up on eleven," he said, "and there's nothing leaving here tonight. I'm on standby out of de Gaulle in the morning, but I'm way down the list. I'll charter if I have to."
"Oh, Dad! You sure?"
"Are you moving, hon?"
"At the elevator. Should be there in twenty minutes. Want me to call, tell her I'm on my way?"
"No, they tell me she's already sedated for surgery. Text me as soon as you know anyth —"
"'Course, but don't charter till I find out how serious this is. You're probably looking at —"
"Six figures," he said. "I know. But even picking up six hours, if I get out of here by eight in the morning, it's gonna be noon before I get into the city."
"Mom wouldn't want you to spend —"
"Don't bother her with that! We're flush as we've ever been and —"
But the call dropped when the elevator closed.
Nicole's lengthy strides made up for having to wait to cross Lexington and then Park Avenue. The fall sun had already dipped behind the buildings on the west side of Park, leaving a nip in the air that only quickened her pace.
At Mount Sinai Hospital, Reception summoned from upstairs a petite, black woman of about twenty-five. She introduced herself as Kayla and gave Nicole a visitor badge. "I'll take you directly to ICU, Dr. Berman."
"It's that bad?"
"With top-tier patients we take every precaution," Kayla said as they walked. "Let me express on behalf of our entire administrative team how grateful we are for The Berman Foundation. We —"
"I appreciate that, but what happened? Did she —"
"Housekeeper says she tripped on a rug. That's common among —"
"Not for her. She's still active, works out ..."
"The surgeon will bring you up to speed. And a heads-up: he only looks twelve. He's thirty-five and one of our best ortho guys."
In ICU, Kayla began to introduce personnel, but Nicole brushed past them and cupped her mother's face in her palms. "I'm here." She leaned close and studied a bright red scrape on her mother's forehead that appeared to have been treated with ointment. Nicole turned to the surgeon. Script sewn above the breast pocket of his lab coat read "L. Thorn, M.D." It was good Kayla had warned her. If this guy was only a few years younger than she ...
"We assume the contusion is a rug burn," he said.
"Oh, Mama, what happened?" Seeing her like this made everything else in Nicole's life pale — and her plate was loaded.
Her mother appeared to try to raise a hand but closed her eyes, brow furrowed as if in pain. "Doctor, thish ish my ..."
A nurse said, "She's been talking about you nonstop. You're up for some sort of a license or permit or —?"
"She shouldn't have to suffer, should she?" Nicole said.
"She won't remember any of this," the anesthesiologist said. "There, she's out now."
"Doctor, my father should be here tomorrow. Could you delay op —?"
Dr. Thorn shook his head. "Unwise. Waiting increases the risk of mortality, especially for someone your mother's age. Fortunately, she has no history of heart disease. But the sooner I get in there, the better chance I'll have to restore mobility. We're next in line for surgery."
Nicole sat alone in the waiting room, trading texts with her father. She left out the doctor's mention of mortality and asked if he had been informed by the new housekeeper. He wrote no, that he had heard from his assistant, Abigail.
No surprise, Nicole had had to get the word from her father from across the Atlantic, despite that Abigail sat in the adjacent office at The Berman Foundation. But now was not the time to revisit that years-long cold war.
Her father texted that he wouldn't have been able to understand the housekeeper anyway, "but praise God she was there." He added that he had finagled a seat on the eight a.m. flight. "Thats 2 a.m. ur time so c u by noon tomorrow"
Nicole prided herself in writing properly even when texting. "And what did that finagling cost?"
"2x what the guy paid"
"&8364;15,000. way less than charter"
She definitely would keep that from her mother, the former accountant for the foundation. "Get some sleep and have a safe trip, Dad."
"Any word on the permit, Nic?"
"Nothing. Can't think about that now anyway."
For months it had been all she thought about.
Nicole had never been good at waiting. She wouldn't be able to concentrate on any of the more than two hundred ebooks on her phone. And she could think of nothing to pray beyond, "Be with Mom and spare her." She and her mother had never been closer than now. Tripped in her own home? Nicole couldn't make it compute. Her mother was still youthful, active at sixty-six.
Plaques on the wall honored her parents. This very waiting room had been "generously provided by Benzion and Virginia Berman." In the reflection off the glass of one framed certificate, Nicole noticed Kayla approaching the door behind her. She steeled herself, silently rehearsing dismissive language she hoped wouldn't offend.
But Kayla handed her a large coffee. "Two creams, no sugar, right?" she said.
"Exactly," Nicole said, thanking her. "Have we met before? Sorry if I —"
"No, no, we just do our homework. What I don't know is whether you prefer to be alone or would like me to —"
"Kind of you, but I confess I —"
"Not at all," Kayla said. "Here's my card if you need anything." She glanced at her watch. "I'm off at six, but call any time. I do just want to say that I almost majored in archaeology myself. You're such an inspiration. Not many women —"
"I've been fortunate. Without my father's foundation ..."
"Still," Kayla said, heading toward the door, "you've earned it. I — well, sorry, I'll leave you, but maybe I'll join one of your dig teams some day."
Two hours later, Nicole had tossed what was left of her coffee and sat with her coat draped over her knees, one foot bouncing.
The news and celebrity magazines didn't appeal, nor did the TV. She stared at the glacial clock, willing Dr. Thorn to appear. Why hadn't she asked how long this should take? Nicole almost wished she'd taken Kayla up on her offer of company, but why spoil a young woman's time off?
Most frustrating was not knowing when or if she should start worrying. Nicole began to Google it, but before she could finish, her mother's surgeon entered and she leapt to her feet.
"Sorry, Dr. Berman," Thorn said, "no news yet. Previous surgery went long, and housekeeping just got in there to disinfect. We can get started as soon as everything's dry."
"Surely not every operating room is in use," Nicole said.
"The ortho ones are, and they have the equipment I need. Plus, this is providential. I didn't expect to have the sales rep in the room, but we had time to track him down."
"Sorry? Sales rep?"
"Sold us one of the pieces of equipment, and he knows more about it than I do. It'll be handy to have him there."
"Actually during surgery?"
The doctor nodded. "He's just there to advise. This has become common. I assumed you knew."
Nicole shook her head.
"We had to sell the idea to your father months ago to get the grant. Naturally the equipment costs a lot more when it comes with a live consultant."
"Does my father know this will be the case tonight?"
"I haven't spoken with him."
"It might not sound like such a good idea to a man whose wife is on the table."
"Oh, believe me, you'd rather have the rep in there than not. He's only going to be of help."
"One more thing. My mother was anesthetized more than two hours ago. What happens now?"
"My anesthesiologist can handle it. Of course, she won't be charged for the delay or the extra meds —"
"That's hardly the issue."
Dr. Thorn shrugged. "I don't suppose your family will be charged at all." He seemed to study Nicole. "You must get your height from your father. Your mother's not that —"
"Is she comfortable?"
The doctor grinned. "We should all be as comfortable."
"How long do you expect this to take?"
"Assuming no surprises, figure an hour of prep and two hours of surgery, max."
"You still have to prep her?"
He nodded. "Most of that we can do only once we're in the operating room."
"And what kind of surprises are you talking about?"
"Well, the x-ray and scan show a straightforward fracture and no muscle tear, though I suspect soft-tissue trauma. And you never know how complex things are until you get in there." Dr. Thorn's phone chirped and he peeked at it. "Room's ready. Try not to worry. I do a lot of these."CHAPTER 2
Shinar, Mesopotamia 2000 BC
At the shout from the throne, King Nimrod's chief officer came running — not easy for a man of seventy. He panted and bowed low. "King Amraphel," he managed, using the name the ruler had bestowed upon himself.
"How wonderful to see that at long last Belessunu is great with child! Send word to me with haste when she brings forth your firstborn so that I may rejoice with you."
"I will, oh King," Terah said. "But may I speak forthrightly?"
"Why did you forbid me concubines when for decades Belessunu was unable to bear me children? Even she fretted over her failure and was willing ..."
The king looked away. "It was convenient. For me and for you. It freed you to do so much more for me. You must share my pride in how the realm has grown."
"I do! But my legacy, my name —"
"Will forever be linked with mine and the glory of Mesopotamia, the Land of Nimrod. Even if Belessunu does not bear a son."
"I pray the gods will grant me a lad."
"Naturally," the king said. "I will also pray that Utu will favor you with a manchild. And may he live a thousand years."
"I am deeply grateful," Terah said.
That royal blessing was not beyond reason, for Terah's first child would be the tenth generation since Noah, still alive and nearly 900 years old. And Noah's grandfather had been Methuselah, who had perished in the great flood at 969.
The king was himself a grandson of Noah's son Ham. Noah had cursed Ham's offspring in the wake of Ham having mocked his father for passing out drunk and naked. So Nimrod bore no royal blood. In fact, because of Noah's curse of Ham, by rights Terah was the more likely king and Nimrod the servant.
But Nimrod had made himself kingly by growing up mighty and strong, a cunning hunter and leader of men. He built legions of admirers — including Terah, who early on had turned his back on his and his wife's God-fearing heritage and became Nimrod's chief assistant. As his kingdom grew, Nimrod soon declared himself a deity, called himself Amraphel, and worshipped and prayed to a plethora of divinities — primarily the sun god Utu.
When Terah left the throne room, Ikuppi, whom he had hired years before as a member of the king's guard, beckoned him from the shadows. "Tread carefully with the king," the guard said.
"Did you not hear him, Ikuppi?" Terah said. "He's praying we'll have a son and wants me —"
"To bring him word, yes. I long to be mistaken, Terah, but he has been consulting with his stargazers."
"What are they saying? Will we have a son?"
"The king's meetings with them leave him sour."
"You heard them talking about me, about our child?" Ikuppi looked down.
"Tell me, my friend!" Terah said. "Else I must take him at his word. I have served him faithfully for many years, so he has no reason to —"
"Bring him only news, then, Terah," Ikuppi said. "Do not bring him the child."
"If he asks, I must!"
"Terah, please ..."
"Ikuppi, your countenance gives you away. If you know more, tell me."
"I owe you my role in the realm, Terah, and I know whereof I speak only because of access you have given me. But if I speak ill of the king, you hold my life in your hands."
"Rest assured I will not betray your confidence. But I fear you are suspicious without cause."
"I am not."
"Then visit me tonight and pray tell me of any danger to my child."CHAPTER 3
Nicole hadn't thought she could eat, but knowing her mother wouldn't even be moved to the Recovery room for three hours — let alone a regular room until midnight or later — made her suddenly ravenous. She left her cell number at Reception, said she'd be back within two hours, called for delivery from the Chinese place near her building for an hour later, and grabbed a cab.
Thirty minutes later her doorman said, "Was worried about ya, Doc. Didn't think you were out of town."
She told him why she'd be spending the night at the hospital.
"Sorry to hear that, ma'am. Let me know when you're coming back down and I'll have a ride waiting for ya. And give Ginny my best, hear?"
"Didn't know you knew her that well, Freddie."
He cocked his head. "Always nice to me when she visits. Classy."
Nicole grabbed her mail from her slot in the lobby and riffled through it on the elevator.
And there it was.
A regular business-sized envelope from Saudi Arabia. Could this be it — what she'd dreamed of for so long? No. It couldn't. Had it been, they would have informed her via email it was coming. And it would be bigger, thicker.
Nicole was not even tempted to open it. Not now. Business letters carried bad news, not good — rejections, not licenses to dig. She shook her head. A less-than-an-ounce response to her two-hundred-page application! Had she tried too hard to counter all the reasons they wouldn't find her qualified to finally become lead archaeologist on a dig?
This was the worst possible time for news — good or bad. She didn't need one more thing on her mind. Good news would be spoiled by her mother's ordeal, and bad news ... well, she had expected that. But Nicole couldn't endure another blow, not right now. She tossed the mail and her keys onto the table just inside her door.
She rushed to shower and change and pack a bag before the Chinese food arrived. She loved that the restaurant owners were as precise as she was. They delivered when she asked, not a minute before or after. That's the way things ought to work. If only the hospital were run by the Chinese. Nicole was setting her bag near the door when the bell rang.
She sat to ladle the steaming, pungent selections onto her plate, and fatigue washed over her. Shoulders sagging, emotion welled in her throat. She bowed her head. "Blessed are You, El Shaddai, Lord God Almighty, King of the universe, Who gave us the way of salvation through the Messiah Yeshua. Blessed be He Who provides vegetation for the service of man, that he may bring forth food from the earth. In the name of the Anointed One, amen."
How comforting the prayers her parents taught her as a child. She hadn't learned until she was old enough to understand that her Gentile mother had led her father to faith in the Messiah. And as she ate, Nicole still glowed from what Freddie had said about Mom. It was just like her to insist that strangers call her Ginny. It spoke volumes that others obviously felt connected enough to be so familiar.
She had long known her mother had wanted more children — at least one. And at times Nicole had wished for a sibling. But she also enjoyed her parents' attention. Now she couldn't shake the surgeon's reference to senior mortality rates connected to hip fractures. If anything happened to her mother ... She envied those who had a brother or a sister to summon — to share the worry, the affection.
Her mother had seen her through everything, including sixteen grueling years of post-high school education. Mom always said just enough and not too much when Nicole suffered from an ice queen image and roller-coaster loves and losses. Sometimes her support proved as concise as "Good riddance, he didn't deserve you anyway." And only last week she had told Nicole, "You just have yet to meet the man who deserves to be as happy as you could make him."
Bone weary from the stress alone, Nicole seemed to chew in slow motion. Still, she relished the savory combinations on her tongue. But she couldn't quit watching the clock and soon stored the boxes of leftovers in the fridge and called downstairs. "On my way, Freddie," she said.
On her way out, Nicole considered taking the Saudi envelope and the rest of her mail. She would likely face hours of tedium and could easily work through it. But no. If landing another Saudi Arabian archaeological ID — this time to become the first woman under forty to lead a dig — meant so much to her mother that she bragged about it before it happened, it was sure to be the first thing she'd ask about as soon as she was conscious. Better for Nicole to be able to say she didn't know yet than to have to tell the truth — especially if the news was as she feared.
Her father had warned her that, despite her résumé and her two doctorates, she was unlikely to be approved by the Saudis.
"But I was co-director on a site there at thirty-six."
"A technicality, hon," he said, "and you know it."(Continues…)
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The Book to Read!!!! Dead Sea Rising is a riveting, fast paced novel that will make you forget you are reading! Instead you will find yourself drawn in to its web of questions and compelled along with its characters to keep searching for the big reveal. Page after page ancient mystery meets modern mystery in this first installment of the Dead Sea Chronicles. Each chapter will make you wonder what impact our ancestor’s beliefs and decisions had on our current times. And what impact our beliefs and decisions now might have on future generations? Is it possible that lives and events in multiple times and places throughout history are somehow all connected? The only thing this book will leave you wanting is the release date of the next installment!
Looking for WOW in your next book? Try... Dead Sea Rising Dead Sea Chronicles #1 By Jerry B. Jenkins Nicole Berman has a theory that she thinks will change the history of the Middle East as we have always believed it to be. But to prove her theory she needs the permission of Saudi Arabia to lead an archeological dig to find the evidence she is sure exists. But will the Saudis allow a woman to lead a dig, though she has the experience she's never before lead a dig? When tragedy strikes her mother all thoughts of a dig are momentarily put on hold. But when a perceived accident turns into an investigation with both Nicole and her father, Ben number one on the police suspect list both are naturally surprised. Who could possibly want to attack Virginia Berman? As the present day is played out the reader is offered two additional story-threads that are important to what is unfolding in Manhattan. We are given glimpses of Ben Berman's life as an angry 18-year-old, who in an attempt to prove something to both his parents and himself enlists and is sent to Vietnam. Vietnam is rough as Ben is assigned to a hospital tasked with getting the injured stabilized and shipped out to other out of combat hospitals or back on duty. The other story-thread is set in 2000 B.C. in Shinar, Mesopotamia, which is under the rule of Nimrod, who has taken the name of Amraphel for himself. The main focus of this thread is on Terah the chief officer of Nimrod and his life. Terah and his wife Belessunu are finally expecting their first child, which couldn't come at a worse time as Nimrod fears, due to the words of his soothsayers, that a coming male child will threaten his reign! As Terah plots and prayers to the gods he carved, his wife prays to the God of their forefather Noah for the son she knows she carries. It is interesting as these various threads progress to the conclusion of the book, which is the first in a series. The conclusion of the various threads in not reached as they are integral to the additional books if I'm reading the story correctly. If you like mysteries, historical and contemporary fiction you've found the perfect combination in this book. I highly recommend this book for longtime fans of Jerry's and for those new to him and his work. I for one can't wait until book 2 comes out to find out what happens next! I received a copy of this book from Worthy with proof of my pre-order receipt. All thoughts and opinions expressed are my own.
It's official, bestselling storyteller Jerry B. Jenkins, has masterfully crafted another engrossing, action packed novel, "Dead Sea Rising". It's the 1st story in his next blockbuster Series, published by Worthy Publishing. The story is presented from two perspectives. The 1st is present day, involving Archeologist Nicole Berman, her family, & an unknown dangerous enemy. On her last dig, she'd made a potential History changing discovery. As she waits to find out about her next dig, her family has a crisis that rock's her world! The story's second perspective, is told from Terah's POV, Biblical Abraham's Father. What happened as Abraham was born? Terah's & Abraham's story, created the artifact that Nicole found. The characters, in this wonderful Novel, are very compelling. Like me, once you start reading, you won't be able to put it down until the end! This Novel needs to come with a warning, "Don't Start In Bed, or You'll Lose Sleep Reading It!" #DeadSeaRising
I was attracted to this book because... Jerry B. Jenkins is another of my favorite authors. For almost two decades, he kept me waiting at the new release shelf for the next book in the Left Behind series. The Dead Sea Chronicles series, which Dead Sea Rising is book one, has the same potential. This book was about Dead Sea Rising is tale told with great craft of moral and political intrigue which covers four centuries, yet at it’s heart is a theme of love and protection of family. Three stories run through the book. Each of the story lines are full of personal conflict, legal, political and medical intrigue. The characters’ development reveal some of their past, some of their current situation and hints of their future potential. Two of the stories relate to the current day characters, Nicole Berman and her father, Ben Berman. The third line tells the story of Terah, King Nimrod’s chief officer, and his wife, Belessunu, and takes the reader to 2000 B.C, in Shinar, Mesopotamia. The Berman’s are Messianic Jews and archeologists. Nicole’s greatest desire is to be the lead archeologist on a new dig in Saudi Arabia, but is defending her ability against prejudices of her being female, Christian and Jewish. The potential artifacts of her dig are a gentle tie bringing the three story lines together. Things I liked about this book It is a fast paced read with appealing characters. You find the page turned, although you planned to stop reading. And when you read THE END, you scream for more. I learned fascinating information about Messianic Jews. It stimulated my imagination about Biblical history. Having been the primary caregiver for both of my parents, Jerry had me with the first line. “It’s your mother.” Why you should read this book The Terah story reminds us there is more to the stories of Biblical characters than the snapshots we are shown in the Bible. It prompts us to think of them as three dimensional characters. The Berman’s provide insights to Messianic Jewish life and customs. All of the stories emphasize the choices we make come with consequences we have to live with. This book lived up to the back cover copy The back cover provides us with the back story we need to read the book. There is the hint of the potential impact of not only this book, but the stories to come. I read the advanced reader’s copy.
I was very happy to get a copy of the first book of Jerry Jenkins' new series "The Dead Sea Chronicles". This first book is entitled "Dead Sea Rising" and I am happy to say that this book is fantastic! I did a review of Jerry's "The Valley of the Dry Bones", which was a post-apocalyptic novel and I really liked it. Dead Sea Rising, however, is even better in my mind. He changed up his writing a little bit to have much shorter chapters. And I mean really short chapters that vary between 2 to 5 pages on average. It was to the point where I was sitting up at night reading and getting a little tired, but thinking to myself "just one more chapter" and then finding myself wanting to read 5 or 6 more of these short chapters before I fell asleep. I honestly did have a hard time putting this book down. Jerry's writing style is engaging and the storyline is gripping. In fact, there are two major storylines in this book. I won't give away the plot, but one storyline is of a current day Messianic Jewish family from New York City who is heavily involved in archaeology. The other storyline takes place 4,000 years in the past in the land of Ur (where Biblical Abraham was from). The chapters cleverly alternate between the two main storylines which at first I thought might be hard to follow, but 3 chapters into the book, and I realized it was very easy to follow along as the two storylines develop throughout the book. I don't want to give away any spoilers or anything, so here is a quote that succinctly summarizes a portion of the plot from the book's website: "Nicole Berman is an archaeologist on the brink of a world-changing discovery. But someone doesn't want the truth revealed. While Nicole urgently tries to connect pieces of an ancient puzzle, a dangerous enemy is out to stop her." In fact, if you go to the book's website, after a few moments on the website, a dialog pops up where you can sign up via email to get the first 10 chapters of Dead Sea Rising (at least at the time of writing this review). I was very intrigued in chapter one of this book, but I really was completely hooked by the 2nd chapter. With the short chapters, this means I was hooked by page 9. I cannot wait for the second book in the series to come out. Per a live chat with Jerry Jenkins, the second book should be available in October or November of 2019. I will have a hard time waiting for that book since I am engrossed in the well defined and intriguing characters in Dead Sea Rising. Highly recommended. You will not be disappointed. I received a copy of this book in exchange for this unbiased review from Worthy Publishing and all opinions are my own.
The opening chapter of Dead Sea Rising successfully caught my attention, but then, the second chapter threw me, and I thought, "What's going on?" The more I read, the more I wanted to read, and I didn't want it to end. Now I need/want the next book in this Dead Sea Chronicles series.