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Economies have collapsed, freedom has been suppressed, and peace is a distant memory. The world is falling apart.
Joshua Jordan’s protégé Ethan March, along with Jimmy Louder and Rivka Reuban, have been left behind in a world that is rapidly coming under the complete influence of the Antichrist.
Technology is growing by leaps and bounds with BID-Tag implants, robotic police units, and drone-bots flying overhead . . . all designed to control and dominate those who resist the Antichrist’s reign of evil. As Biblical prophecy is fulfilled each new day, Ethan and the others in the Remnant struggle to eat, to procure necessary goods, and to avoid the Global Alliance—in short, to survive.
But when the forces of evil attempt to pervert the world’s most powerful information system to their own sinister ends, eliminating everyone who gets in their way, it’s up to Ethan and the Remnant to subvert their dark ambitions.
From New York Times best-selling author Tim LaHaye, creator and co-author of the world-renowned Left Behind books, and Craig Parshall, Mark of Evil is the final thrilling chapter to The End series.
About the Author
Tim LaHaye is a New York Times bestselling author of more than 70 nonfiction books, many on biblical prophecy and end-times. He is the coauthor of the record-shattering Left Behind series and is considered one of America's foremost authorities on biblical end-times prophecy.
Craig Parshall serves as senior vice-president and general counsel for the National Religious Broadcasters and has authored seven bestselling suspense novels.
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Mark of Evil
By TIM LAHAYE, CRAIG PARSHALL
ZONDERVANCopyright © 2014 Tim LaHaye
All rights reserved.
IN THE FUTURE
Ethan March had just confronted the horror once again. He now struggled to steady himself and to clear his mind after seeing the hideous face. He murmured to himself, lips barely moving, as he spoke the two words that seemed to explain everything.
A lightning-fast shiver shot down his spine, like an aftershock following an earthquake. One thing he knew for certain: he had not dreamed it and it wasn't just some nightmare; he was sure of that. Just more evidence, he thought to himself, that the final reckoning approached.
Ethan had spent the previous night sleeping up on the flat, tiled roof of his apartment building. The air-conditioning inside the building didn't work and it was cooler up there. It was likely the rioting across the city and all the fires had caused the electrical failures everywhere. Economic desperation had wrestled Greece into an economic choke hold, just like the rest of the world. And the masses were getting restless.
At the first glimmer of dawn that morning he had wakened on the rooftop, stretched, rubbed the sleep away from his face, and said his morning prayers. The sun was just breaking over the mountains, spreading its burning light across the miles of whitewashed office buildings and apartments crammed into the Greek capital. It was then—with his eyes wide open—the same vision had appeared to him, just as it had so many times before. Ethan was convinced it was a message from God. He didn't care what other people thought. Although the truth was he had told very few others about what he saw in those moments. He couldn't afford to. He also understood that in some strange way the visions were for his benefit, even though they unsettled him deeply, down to his gut.
Each time the sequence was the same: the image of a handsome man would appear to Ethan out of nowhere. But those features would linger only momentarily and would quickly disappear like a morning fog evaporating in the sun. And then, suddenly, in one great, sickening jolt, there would come another face—a repulsive, red-eyed creature. A moment later and it would all be over. The vision would leave Ethan drenched with a sense of dread and wondering why, out of everyone in the human race, he'd been chosen to encounter the image of that grotesque creature, over and over again.
Ethan was still up on the flat rooftop, and now his eyes searched the four corners around him. He had to be ready for nasty, unannounced visitors, like the violent men who were probably at that very minute scouring the city for him. Tracking him down.
But today he was expecting his buddy Jimmy Louder, who was supposed to arrive any moment now. Louder was one of the most trusted men in Ethan's Remnant group—the underground network struggling to survive in this new order of things. Like Ethan, Louder had once been an air force pilot, but he was several years older. He had a laid-back manner, but underneath there was a reserve of toughness, something that had come in handy during his confinement in a North Korean prison camp. Although Louder and Ethan didn't focus on physical survival—their mission was bigger than that—it was still a necessity, especially for Ethan, who was at the top of the Most Wanted list of the Global Alliance.
From his position up on the roof, Ethan could now hear the sirens wailing across the city and see smoke spiraling up from half-a-dozen fires set by vandals, rioters, or looters. This was life as usual. He knew similar scenes were happening in every other major city on the planet.
With no sign of Louder, Ethan decided to make use of the time. He yanked up the bottom edge of his sleeveless T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, cracked the stiffness out of his nineteen-inch neck, and rose to his feet, shaking his muscular arms to loosen them up. Then he dropped down for fifty rapid-fire push-ups. Then fifty sit-ups. Then leg raises, followed by an explosive volley of running in place. He must have been shaking the roof, because someone in the apartment below began screaming out the window. Ethan understood a little Greek and knew the man downstairs was yelling for him to stop. He was shouting a few other choice things too.
Ethan smiled and called back an apology. "Sygnomi!" He grabbed his canvas rucksack, which was filled with fifty pounds of bricks, and prepared for his daily routine. For the last two years he had been forced to live his life like an endless series of stunts on a movie lot—scampering down the sides of apartment buildings, leaping from rooftops, and jumping out of moving cars—just to stay one step ahead of the Global Alliance agents who pursued him. That meant every day was a training day.
Strapping the heavy rucksack to his back, he sauntered over to the edge of the three-story building where a four-foot black, wrought-iron fence surrounded the rooftop. A rope had already been cinched to it and hung over the side until it nearly reached the street level. He climbed over the fence and quickly rappelled down the rope. Then came the hard part—with a heave, he scampered back up the rope to the rooftop with the pack full of bricks still strapped onto his back.
While he caught his breath on the roof, a voice brought him out of his thoughts. "I figured I'd find you up here."
Ethan snapped around. He relaxed when he recognized the thin frame of Jimmy Louder with his reddish hair receding in a widow's peak at the temples.
"Always pushing yourself physically," Louder said.
Ethan shrugged and smiled. "Force of habit, I guess."
"Going all the way back to your Triple-A baseball training, I suppose? Nearly making the pros—yeah, that always impressed me, by the way."
"Well, it didn't impress the pitching coach much," Ethan shot back with a smirk. "I had a pretty good fastball. But about as much control over the ball as my mom had over her tomcat. And then there were those other problems I had with the game ... So, next stop, the United States Air Force."
Louder had a glint of admiration in his face. "And all of that special-ops training they put you through. Now, me? I was just one of those ol' run-of-the-mill fighter pilots who only got the basic survival camp."
"Which came in handy, I bet, when you got shot down on the wrong side of the DMZ."
"Sure. For the four days I was on the run. Until I ran smack into a North Korean patrol. Oh well. Water under the bridge. And God was good. Two years later He sent Joshua Jordan and the rest of you guys to get me out."
Ethan still struggled over that. He always felt a sting of regret that he didn't really do a lick of work on that rescue mission. It had all been God and Josh Jordan as far as he was concerned. Oh yes, and the pretty, dark-eyed Rivka. She had been in on it too, big-time. How could he forget her?
"The minute I noticed your new location on the encrypted Remnant GPS," Louder continued, "I wondered what happened to that cheap hotel room where you were living before—the one on the western end of the city."
"High-crime area," Ethan said with a wink. "Bad neighborhood."
Louder chuckled. "Since when are you afraid of a little violence and mayhem?"
"Actually," Ethan explained, "some agents from the Global Alliance's security police showed up one day and started asking the landlord about me. I had to split in a hurry. So I found a room here in the Plaka district. It turns out this landlady's one of us. So what's new with you?"
Louder quickly surveyed the rooftop. They were still alone. "Two things. First, on a personal note"—he broke into a grin—"I ran into Rivka a few days ago at a safe house in Jerusalem. She was traveling through on her way back to Hong Kong. She said to say hi."
Ethan's face brightened slightly. "Oh? Did she say anything else?"
"Only that she would really like to see you soon."
Ethan shrugged. "Well, she knows the encrypted underground number. She can locate me that way anytime she likes. In fact, she could have done that a year ago."
Louder snickered. "Do I sense that you've got some feelings on that subject?"
Ethan waved the comment off. "What's the second thing?"
Louder sobered. "Speaking of the Global Alliance, I think I was tailed today. Two rough-looking guys."
That was something Ethan didn't want to hear. He could feel his jaw tensing. "Did you lose them?"
"Yeah, about a block from here. They didn't look like Global Alliance police. More like bounty hunters. Probably sniffing after the reward money the Alliance is offering."
"I wondered when the Alliance was going to raise the bounty."
"Well, on you they have. Big money. But for the capture of little ol' me," Louder said, "they're just offering dresser change." He gave out a fake whimper. "My male ego is still aching about that."
Ethan managed a grin. But silently he mulled over the bounty hunter issue. He hoped Louder had lost the guys tailing him.
He shook it off and changed the subject. "All right, on the subject of an underground barter payment system, where are we on that?"
"I've been in contact with the black market guy. His name is Gikas. A local Greek. He's the Athens point person for Mr. Big."
"Right. I've already set up the introductory meeting with Gikas."
"Where is Jo Li now?"
"Don't know. But we may find out shortly. You and I have a meeting with Gikas up at the Acropolis, like, right now. That's why I came by to pick you up. Sorry about the short notice. If he clears us for the next step, then we get a meeting directly with Jo Li."
"Good," Ethan said, snatching his short-sleeved shirt off the roof and slipping it on.
"Just one thing," Louder said. There was caution in his voice. "We just don't know a lot about Jo Li's operation. I've only heard rumors. We have to be careful."
"Sure. But those of us in the Remnant who refused to get laser imprinted with the BIDTag identification don't have any choice," Ethan shot back. "Ever since the Alliance linked the universal monetary system to everybody's BIDTag via the web, we've been stuck. I'm hoping Jo Li's system will be our ticket to an alternate method to buy and sell."
Louder smiled as he watched Ethan launch into one of his favorite subjects.
"If we fail in this," Ethan continued, "our people won't eat. Won't be able to pay for housing. And we'll be strapped for communications money to deliver the truth to a world on the verge of imploding. And then there's our field operations budget. Without that, how are we going to protect God's people from the evil empire? This is a 'Moses at the Red Sea' moment."
"I thought you said you weren't called to be a preacher," Jimmy cracked with a sly smile.
Ethan shrugged it off. "Okay, so I guess I'm cranked up this morning." He looked out beyond the rooftops and up to the ancient ruins on the top of the hill in the distance. He studied the columns of the ancient Acropolis from his position on the rooftop, and then he asked a question that came out more like an answer. "Most people just don't think their own civilization will crumble, do they? Josh kept telling me how one day the whole planet would start collapsing into chaos, right before God wraps up history once and for all. Brings Christ back to establish His kingdom. Like an idiot, I didn't take it seriously back then. But Josh was right. He was right about a lot of things."
Louder studied him. "You miss him, don't you?"
"I miss all of them," Ethan shot back. "The whole Jordan family. Josh. And Abby too. Boy, she really sized me up when she first noticed I was interested in her daughter!" He laughed. "And I miss her too. Deb Jordan, I mean. I know now why it never would have worked between the two of us, though I didn't have a clue at the time. And I miss Cal, of course. We ended up like brothers. But right now I know that none of them are looking back. No regrets. And meanwhile you and I, because we dragged our feet in making a decision about Jesus, ended up being left behind."
Louder bobbed his head. "At least we're on track now."
Just then Ethan heard a sound, as if someone approached. He was instantly on the alert, like a hunting dog. The noise came from the far end of the rooftop where it was accessed by a single door set into a copula. Ethan narrowed his eyes and pointed to the door. "When you came up to the roof, was anyone hanging around in the stairwell?"
Louder shook his head.
Before Ethan could reply, the door burst open and two men rushed out onto the rooftop. In the lead came a bounty hunter sporting a Mohawk and a sleeveless shirt that revealed tattoos running down both arms. He was followed by a tall, lanky man with his hair tied back in a ponytail who hung back.
"Hold it right there!" the tattooed guy screamed as he stood his ground at the other end of the roof. He pointed a strange-looking gun in their direction. "We've got a piece of paper from the Global Alliance. And you know what?" He broke into a big grin. "It's got both your names on it."
"They had those kinds of papers in Nazi Germany too," Ethan called back.
"Nice history lesson, Jesus freak," the man yelled, following up with a string of profanities. "But I didn't come this far to chat. Wait till the Alliance starts putting the screws to your head," he said with a laugh. "I wish I could see that."
Ethan whispered to Louder, "I'm not carrying at the moment. Are you?"
"Nope," Louder replied in a hushed voice.
Ethan sucked in a deep breath and stared at the two tough guys edging cautiously toward them. "Looks like we'll have to do this the hard way."CHAPTER 2
Ethan and Louder raised their hands. As they stepped slowly toward them, the bounty hunters eyed them like jungle animals stalking a prey that could fight back.
Ethan kept his eye on the little black weapon with four barrels that was gripped in Tattoo Guy's hand. "Looks like one of those Russian pistols. The PB-4M," he whispered.
"Maybe." Rubber bullets or not, Ethan knew that a shot to his skull from one of those would knock him out, and could even be fatal. And a hit anywhere else would certainly disable him. "They must want us alive."
"What's the plan?"
Ethan surreptitiously glanced around. They were standing about five feet from the wrought-iron fence at the edge of the building's flat rooftop. "You slide down the rope. I'll handle the illustrated man with the gun."
"I thought you were the master rope climber."
"But you're the old guy. Age before ... whatever."
"Shut up!" the tattoo guy yelled. Without warning he fired his pistol, winging Ethan in the thigh. Ethan howled, grabbing his leg. He grunted to Louder, "Yeah, rubber bullets. Get down the rope. Meet me at the Acropolis."
The two bounty hunters were now about five feet away. Louder turned and launched himself over the fence, sliding down the rope. The tattooed shooter aimed for him, but Ethan leapt forward and buried his head in the man's midriff, taking him to the ground as the pistol clattered out of his hand. The tattoo guy gasped for air, the wind knocked out of him.
The tall man with the ponytail jumped into the fray and locked his arm around Ethan's throat from behind. Ethan grabbed the ponytail and tossed the man over his shoulder, sending him onto his back with a smack.
Struggling to his feet, Ethan began to limp toward the edge of the building. But the tattoo guy had recovered enough to catch him by the ankle and trip him. As Ethan jumped to his feet again he saw Mr. Ponytail scrambling over to the pistol. Ethan hobbled toward the fence, coming within a couple of inches of the rope before the tattooed bounty hunter caught up to him and wrestled him to the ground. As the two men struggled, Ethan caught a glimpse of Ponytail picking up the pistol. An instant later the man had the multibarrelled gun in his hand and with three shots left was running full speed toward Ethan.
It was now or never. Ethan punched his assailant solidly in the face, knocking him out. As the ponytailed gunman ran toward him, Ethan lifted up the listless bounty hunter and held him like a shield. Mr. Ponytail fired and hit the bleary-eyed tattoo guy squarely in the back. With a low groan he registered the strike, now only semiconscious.
Ethan dropped him and vaulted over the fence to rappel down the rope. By the time he reached the porch of the second floor below, Mr. Ponytail was aiming his gun down at him. Ethan swung himself out of sight onto the patio.
An elderly couple sat there on the deck in folding chairs. They watched him, wide-eyed with mouths agape.
"Folks," Ethan announced hurriedly, "you'd better go inside." He pointed to the sliding door that led to their little porch. "Stay there for your safety. I'm borrowing one of your chairs."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I recently received a complimentary copy of this book thanks to the publisher. If you enjoyed the Left Behind series, and you're new to this one, you'll enjoy it too. Be sure to read the first three books in the series though so you understand what's going on here.
This book keeps up with the others in the series! I can't wait for the next one!
Mark of Evil is the fourth book in The End Series by Tim LaHaye and Craig Parshall. From the book flap: Economies have fallen, freedom has been suppressed, and peace is a distant memory. The world is falling apart. Joshua Jordan's protege Ethan March, along with Jimmy Louder and Rivka Reuban have been left behind in a world that is rapidly coming under the complete influence of the Antichrist. Technology is growing by leaps and bounds, with BID-Tag implants, robotic police units, and drone-bots flying overhead . . . all designed to control and dominate those who resist the Antichrist's reign of evil. As Biblical prophecy is fulfilled each new day, Ethan and the others in the Remnant struggle to eat, to procure necessary goods, and to avoid the Global Alliance---in short, to survive. But when the forces of evil attempt to pervert the world's most powerful information system to their own sinister ends, eliminating everyone who gets in their way, it's up to Ethan and the Remnant to subvert their dark ambitions. My review: This book has similar tones to the books of The Left Behind series that LaHaye also co-wrote. It is a fictionalized look at what end-times events might look like. Although the topic is the same as the Left Behind series, this series reflects technological advances made since the Left Behind series was concluded. I found the dialogue about the world economy and the function of electronic currency to be very interesting. The idea of BID-Tag implants, robotic police units, and drone-bots equipped with heat seekers could all be a reality in the future. I am a big fan of LaHaye's writing and I enjoyed this book as well. Some of the scenes were quite disturbing, but the reality is that turbulent times are coming. Although this book is the fourth book in the series, you don't have to have read the first three to enjoy this one. I hadn't read any of the other books, but I was able to pick up the book and get right on board with the characters, which is always great when reading a series out of order. The authors did a great job with alluding to past events in the books and what has happened to the characters, without going too in-depth. If you are a fan of fictionalized accounts of end-time events, or if you liked the Left Behind series, you will probably enjoy this book, and series, too. I received a complimentary copy of this book from BookSneeze in exchange for my honest review. All opinions are my own.
Loved this book
This is the final in the four book series titled "The End Series". It is fascinating reading for those who have a critical eye on current domestic and world events that are actually unfolding in the world today. It does have a strong Biblical point of reference, so it helps to have knowledge of the New Testament. If you find this type of subject matter objectionable then this book may not be for you, however it does have a really intriguing current and emerging technologies subplot, some focused on missile warfare and some focused on communications. So, if you are into things techie you should really enjoy this series, especially this final book in the set. Beyond being of the Biblical end-times genre this series also has a strong political intrigue and sociology subplot. I really enjoyed the entire series.
Tim LaHaye & Craig Parshall in their new book, “Mark Of Evil” Book Four in The End series published by Zondervan brings us the concluding volume of The End series. From the back cover: Economies have fallen, freedom has been suppressed, and peace is a distant memory. The world is falling apart. Joshua Jordan’s protege Ethan March, along with Jimmy Louder and Rivka Reuban have been left behind in a world that is rapidly coming under the complete influence of the Antichrist. Technology is growing by leaps and bounds, with BID-Tag implants, robotic police units, and drone-bots flying overhead . . . all designed to control and dominate those who resist the Antichrist’s reign of evil. As Biblical prophecy is fulfilled each new day, Ethan and the others in the Remnant struggle to eat, to procure necessary goods, and to avoid the Global Alliance—in short, to survive. But when the forces of evil attempt to pervert the world’s most powerful information system to their own sinister ends, eliminating everyone who gets in their way, it’s up to Ethan and the Remnant to subvert their dark ambitions. From New York Times best-selling author Tim LaHaye, creator and co-author of the world-renowned Left Behind books, and Craig Parshall, Mark of Evil is the final thrilling chapter in The End series. With high-tech thrills against a background of prophetic events that seem to leap from today’s news, this is the story of global tribulations bringing the world one step closer to the reign of the Antichrist and the return of Jesus Christ in glory. The Rapture has occurred, people are required to have bar codes embedded in them and if you do not then killer drones are sent out to hunt you down and kill you. These are just some of the ingredients that are the recipe for “Mark Of Evil”. Tim LaHaye and Craig Parshall have given us a roller coaster ride of suspense, danger, adventure and politics that will keep you flipping pages as fast as you can read them. Unlike a previous series by Dr. LaHaye this series is set not to far from where we are today. Dr. LaHaye is using Bible prophecy to show how close we are to what the Bible tells us will happen. Craig Parshall, known for his legal fiction, has written a page turning, heart-thumping thriller with careful attention to the state of the world right now and how the Bible says we will turn out. Many of the “things” that are mentioned in the book are in place right now and in use, even though most of us are not aware of them. Dr. LaHaye and Craig Parshall have one agenda in mind and that is the salvation of many through this work of fiction. Their zeal is that many will have their eyes open to the state of our world and see that much of where we are currently and where we are poised to go the Bible has already warned us of and that we would understand our need for a savior. They do a truly remarkable job in this book while exciting us with this story that everyone will enjoy. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Zondervan Publishers. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”