Hermit: A Novel

In the perfect darkness, Jackson concentrated on slowing his breathing. The indescribable pain penetrating every inch of his body, the sounds of gunfire, the shouting in Arabic. He closed out each distraction until it took up only a small part of his awareness. As his panting calmed to deep breaths, the Ranger focused on what he knew. The sounds of chaos were getting closer.

"Process what you hear, son," Jackson thought of his dad's words. A U.S. Special Forces soldier like him, his father had served his country well as a Ranger trained in survival preparation. Between the Army's training and his father's, there was little that Jackson couldn't endure. Explosions rocked the little cell deep in the bunker of what he had determined to be an abandoned tenement. Dust and rocks fell onto Jackson's head and shoulders. He sat up despite the broken wrists, shoulder blade, collar bone, ribs, and right femur. What wasn't broken screamed in pain as if it were about to snap. He had to be in a good position to discern what was happening, so he sat quietly gritting his teeth.

Three explosions in rapid succession opened a large crack above him and a single shaft of light shot down, along with small pieces of rubble and choking dust. Jackson barely registered the final two blasts. A single, high-pitched ringing filled his head. He shook it to clear the sound and shake off the rubble, then he looked up as he registered a few errant gunshots. As footsteps approached outside his cell door, Jackson curled into a ball out of the stream of light.

As human beings, we were created for community. We are vulnerable when we are alone. There's strength in numbers. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. This is just as true for us spiritually as it is physically. God never intended us to "fly" alone, vulnerably isolated. We need relationships with each other for encouragement, refreshment, and growth. We have all had isolation at one time or another. This is the story of how one man survives isolation and his transformation back to reality.

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Hermit: A Novel

In the perfect darkness, Jackson concentrated on slowing his breathing. The indescribable pain penetrating every inch of his body, the sounds of gunfire, the shouting in Arabic. He closed out each distraction until it took up only a small part of his awareness. As his panting calmed to deep breaths, the Ranger focused on what he knew. The sounds of chaos were getting closer.

"Process what you hear, son," Jackson thought of his dad's words. A U.S. Special Forces soldier like him, his father had served his country well as a Ranger trained in survival preparation. Between the Army's training and his father's, there was little that Jackson couldn't endure. Explosions rocked the little cell deep in the bunker of what he had determined to be an abandoned tenement. Dust and rocks fell onto Jackson's head and shoulders. He sat up despite the broken wrists, shoulder blade, collar bone, ribs, and right femur. What wasn't broken screamed in pain as if it were about to snap. He had to be in a good position to discern what was happening, so he sat quietly gritting his teeth.

Three explosions in rapid succession opened a large crack above him and a single shaft of light shot down, along with small pieces of rubble and choking dust. Jackson barely registered the final two blasts. A single, high-pitched ringing filled his head. He shook it to clear the sound and shake off the rubble, then he looked up as he registered a few errant gunshots. As footsteps approached outside his cell door, Jackson curled into a ball out of the stream of light.

As human beings, we were created for community. We are vulnerable when we are alone. There's strength in numbers. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. This is just as true for us spiritually as it is physically. God never intended us to "fly" alone, vulnerably isolated. We need relationships with each other for encouragement, refreshment, and growth. We have all had isolation at one time or another. This is the story of how one man survives isolation and his transformation back to reality.

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Hermit: A Novel

Hermit: A Novel

by O. Gene Bicknell
Hermit: A Novel

Hermit: A Novel

by O. Gene Bicknell

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Overview

In the perfect darkness, Jackson concentrated on slowing his breathing. The indescribable pain penetrating every inch of his body, the sounds of gunfire, the shouting in Arabic. He closed out each distraction until it took up only a small part of his awareness. As his panting calmed to deep breaths, the Ranger focused on what he knew. The sounds of chaos were getting closer.

"Process what you hear, son," Jackson thought of his dad's words. A U.S. Special Forces soldier like him, his father had served his country well as a Ranger trained in survival preparation. Between the Army's training and his father's, there was little that Jackson couldn't endure. Explosions rocked the little cell deep in the bunker of what he had determined to be an abandoned tenement. Dust and rocks fell onto Jackson's head and shoulders. He sat up despite the broken wrists, shoulder blade, collar bone, ribs, and right femur. What wasn't broken screamed in pain as if it were about to snap. He had to be in a good position to discern what was happening, so he sat quietly gritting his teeth.

Three explosions in rapid succession opened a large crack above him and a single shaft of light shot down, along with small pieces of rubble and choking dust. Jackson barely registered the final two blasts. A single, high-pitched ringing filled his head. He shook it to clear the sound and shake off the rubble, then he looked up as he registered a few errant gunshots. As footsteps approached outside his cell door, Jackson curled into a ball out of the stream of light.

As human beings, we were created for community. We are vulnerable when we are alone. There's strength in numbers. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken. This is just as true for us spiritually as it is physically. God never intended us to "fly" alone, vulnerably isolated. We need relationships with each other for encouragement, refreshment, and growth. We have all had isolation at one time or another. This is the story of how one man survives isolation and his transformation back to reality.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781736943168
Publisher: Ascend Books
Publication date: 11/09/2021
Pages: 304
Product dimensions: 5.59(w) x 8.58(h) x 1.10(d)

About the Author

Gene Bicknell was born into poverty in Picher, Oklahoma. His family's meager circumstances didn't improve much when they moved to Baxter Springs, Kansas where Bicknell grew up. He served in the army. In 1962, he bought his first Pizza Hut franchise in Pittsburg, Kansas and another store in Joplin, Missouri. As the years went on, this Pittsburg State graduate started collecting Pizza Huts like some people collect baseball cards. The empire he built, NPC International (National Pizza Company), became the world's largest Pizza Hut franchisee. Gene founded the O. Gene Bicknell Center for Entrepreneurship at Pittsburg State University and was also one of the founders of the Alumni Foundation of Pittsburg State. He has taught MBA students at Pitt State, is as an ad hoc professor at Pitt State University, and lectured major Universities throughout the United States and abroad.

Gene is a writer, actor, broadcaster, cattle rancher, veteran, professor, entrepreneur, pilot, politician, sports enthusiast, collector, philanthropist, husband, father and grandfather. Bicknell became mayor of Pittsburg and ran twice (unsuccessfully) for Kansas governor. Along the way, he's raised a whole lot of money for hospitals, universities and dozens of charitable causes. He has authored 3 books and produced a number of movies. These days, he owns an entertainment business in Branson, Missouri. He resides in Englewood Florida, near Tampa.

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