Best-selling author whose books have sold over 70 million copies pens a thrilling tale of intrigue and terrorism.
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Jerry B. Jenkins’s books have sold more than 70 million copies. Twenty-one of his titles have reached the New York Times, USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestseller lists. The phenomenally best-selling Left Behind series inspired a movie starring Nicolas Cage. Jenkins has been featured on the cover of Newsweek and his writing has appeared in Time, Guideposts, Parade and dozens of other periodicals. He and his wife, Dianna, have three grown children and eight grandchildren and live in Colorado.
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The Valley of the Dry Bones
By Jerry B. Jenkins
Worthy Publishing GroupCopyright © 2016 Jerry B. Jenkins
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The raggedy band had shrunk to sixteen. Late on Sunday mornings they would break into clusters of no more than six or no fewer than three and ride separately eight miles west from their underground desert compound. Today they left three dirt bikes, a four-door pickup, a Jeep, and an SUV a quarter to a half mile from each other and walked the rest of the way to the basement of what had once been a tattoo parlor just off what had once been Ocean Boulevard, the main drag of Long Beach, California, south of Los Angeles. It had become, for an hour each week, their makeshift church.
Worshiping at their own complex would have been safer, of course. But Zeke Thorppe liked the idea of a separate sanctuary, just the prescription for cabin fever.
As always, just before the pastor and his wife arrived, Zeke peeled two inches of tar paper from an east-facing window, allowing a beam of sunlight to pierce the room. It would have to do. Though nearby LA had actually become the last capital after Sacramento had been lost to an 8.9 quake and forest fires eight years before, the power grid — like the state — was but a memory now.
All the group needed was enough light to make out the passages in the Bibles Zeke's wife of twenty years had scavenged from their abandoned Torrance church. Their daughter, who had just turned thirteen, was handing them to the others as they arrived.
No one spoke above a whisper, and even their singing would rise to little more than humming. Young Sasha Thorppe would sound a plaintive note on an ancient chromatic pitch pipe, and the others would join her softly in a quiet worship song or an old hymn or two.
This morning, on the tenth anniversary of the ghastly tragedy that united roughly half their number, Zeke's wife had a macabre chore. As he set out the dusty metal folding chairs, he kept an eye on Alexis and noticed his daughter Sasha doing the same. How sad that a young teen had to grow up so fast.
Not wanting Alexis to see how concerned he was about her, he settled in his usual spot facing the door, trying to look nonchalant with his Glock 21 .45 automatic tucked under his shirt in a holster at the small of his back. He still found it hard, a trained hydrologist, packing anything but an iPad. But it had been how many years?
He stretched his long legs and crossed his boots at the ankles, mentally taking the roll as the rest arrived. How he had become the de facto leader he still wasn't sure. Being the one who knew the science behind the drought had somehow morphed into a sort of assumption of authority.
Zeke didn't really have to watch the door. Knowing who was there and who wasn't was intuitive. His attention was on Alexis, as it had been for two decades. He had never tired of looking at her. That she was only forty and looked perhaps fifty had not diminished her beauty in his eyes.
The hollowness in her cheeks was true of anyone who had — for whatever reason — stayed in California past when it had been declared uninhabitable. The vicious aridity robbed her skin and hair of luster, and bereavement had nearly suffocated her.
Yet resolve had carried her, infusing character and grace into every beautiful line in that face. Zeke believed those fathomless eyes glowed with a love for him and for Sasha that had never been snuffed out, regardless of the seemingly endless nights she endured.
Well-meaning friends repeated the old adage about how it wasn't right for a parent to outlive a child, and Zeke saw her nod and try to smile. Later, when he would enfold her, sleepless in the wee hours, she could only whimper, "My arms ache for him, Zeke! I can't breathe without him!" And all he could do was weep with her.
This morning she dug from her handmade burlap bag a framed picture of Junior, frozen in time at age seven, eyes afire, face aglow as if his whole being pulsed with "What's next?"
Alexis placed the photo on the table next to where Pastor Bob Gill spoke each week and gently draped a scarf over the top corners of the frame. When she headed back for the chair between Zeke and Sasha, he stood as she reached him and they sat together.
"Why do you always do that, Dad?" Sasha said. "Nobody else does that."
He shrugged. "You do the right thing because it's the right thing."
"It embarrasses me."
"That's my job, Sash."
"Can we just think about Junior this morning?" Alexis said.
"Sorry, Mom. I wish I remembered him."
"I love that picture," Zeke said.
Katashi was last to arrive, and he surveyed the room, clearly being sure all were accounted for before he set a heavy two-by-four plank into brackets to secure the door. He moved straight toward Zeke, but Alexis stopped him. "You'll still say a few words this morning?"
"Whatever you want, ma'am. It won't be easy, but —"
"But you will?"
He nodded and slipped past her, leaning to whisper to Zeke, "Mongers on the road."
"Two, one medium."
"They see you?"
Katashi shook his head.
"How far from here?"
"Less than a mile."
"You rode with —"
"Mrs. Meeks and the Gutierrezes."
"And they didn't see the Mongers?"
Katashi shook his head. "I hung back to avoid drawing attention."
"What're you carrying?"
Alexis touched Zeke's leg and he noticed Pastor Bob peering at him from the table in front. The older man spoke quietly. "Any reason we can't get started, gentlemen?"
"Give us a minute," Zeke whispered, feeling all eyes on him now. He did his best to sound casual, but the others had to know he wouldn't allow anything trivial to delay today's service. Neither was it like him to hide from them any threat, especially this far from the safety of their base.
But he didn't know yet how serious this might be. Katashi had never been an alarmist. He saw what he saw, that's all. But if those who traded in the most precious commodity since the Gold Rush of nearly two hundred years before — H2o — came upon Zeke and his people's vehicles, they'd stop at nothing. They'd done it before.
The Mongers had a way of knowing that people meant water. Nobody remained in this environment without it. If they found one trace of these holdouts, they would comb every inch of the area until they found them. Then whatever storehouses of water — or technology that produced water, or humans with the ability to fabricate or find water — would become the sole property of these roving bands of marauders.
That's why fourteen of the sixteen people in that tattoo parlor-cum-sanctuary were packing that morning — from the late-fifties pastor and his wife to Zeke's thirteen-year-old daughter. Only the two youngest among them were unarmed, and even they knew how to shoot if it came to that.
It had come to that for more than half the adults, Zeke included. He wasn't proud of it. He didn't dwell on it. The trauma had cost him more than three weeks of sleep. But it had been kill or be killed. A Monger had drawn down on him. Any other outcome would have meant his life and also the lives of his wife and daughter and the location of the compound.
Ironically, that shooting had earned him respect among the Mongers when he later found himself out of alternatives and forced to transact business with them. He could tell they believed he and his tiny group were part of a massive organization — as the Mongers were. They crisscrossed the state in tricked-out tanker trucks, some with capacities of more than ten thousand gallons, painted black from wheel rims to bumpers. They referred to themselves as liquid capitalists, claiming they bought and sold water, but no one anywhere reported ever having sold them any.
Their victims referred to them as Hydro Mongers.
"Should I tape the window back over?" Katashi said.
Zeke shook his head. "Just stand where you can see out there." He turned to the rest. "Mongers may be down the road. Nothing to be concerned about yet."
A tall, black man in his midthirties, sitting next to his wife and a young son and daughter, stood quickly. "Our vehicles, Zeke —"
"I know, Doc. But they don't know where we are, and they're not likely to want to track us this far in this heat. If they do, we'll see 'em coming."
The doctor's shaved head glistened. "And then what?"
"Are you armed?"
"Zeke! We planning a shoot-out with your daughter and my kids right here?"
"Let's not invent trouble. If they actually find us, who knows? It might be someone I've bought water from before."
The doctor sat back down, shaking his head. "Just like you to assume a best-case scenario. I'd feel better getting out of here right now."
"All due respect, Doc, but you pick the wrong time for that and you could lead 'em right to us."
Pastor Bob ran a hand through his thinning white hair. "Let's none of us do anything rash. While we're here for this purpose, this place is a sanctuary. I take seriously my role as your shepherd, but should any outside force try to invade, as always, elder Ezekiel Thorppe will take charge. And Sasha, in light of the potential danger, I think we'll dispense with the corporate singing this morning."
She already had the pitch pipe out, and Zeke noticed her shoulders slump.
The pastor must have noticed too. He added, "Perhaps you'd simply like to sing one of the selections for us after I pray?"
That seemed to please her.
"Father," Pastor Bob began, "we're scared. We're exhausted. We're hungry. And we're always thirsty. Whatever right we believed we had to pursue happiness has been sacrificed to Your cause and the mission You've assigned us in the devastation and chaos in which we find ourselves. We believe in You, in Your love and Your grace and Your faithfulness. Most of all, we trust in Your sovereignty.
"And so we thank You and praise You for our deep sense of joy in our future, for of that we are certain. We offer this thanks and praise in the matchless name of our Lord and Redeemer, Your Son and our Savior, Jesus the Christ. Amen."
Pastor Bob nodded to Sasha, who began to sing barely above a whisper the old, familiar hymn "My Redeemer."
I will sing of my Redeemer,
And His wondrous love to me;
On the cruel cross He suffered,
From the curse to set me free.
Sasha sang with such passion that it took nearly a minute for her to get through the first verse. Zeke heard sniffles all over the room and chairs creaked as people dropped to their knees. Soon everyone followed suit, including he and Alexis and Pastor Bob and his wife, Jennie.
Sing, oh sing of my Redeemer,
With His blood He purchased me.
On the cross He sealed my pardon,
Paid the debt and made me free.
Zeke could see in his peripheral vision that Katashi was still standing, but even he was wiping his eyes. If the Hydro Mongers chose that moment to burst in, his only defense would be surprising his attackers with a posture of humility. Even Dr. Adam Xavier, his wife, Gabrielle, and their kids, Caleb and Kayla, were on their knees, tears streaming.
Pastor Bob let the silence play out as everyone remained on their knees for several minutes. Finally, when they moved back into their seats, he said, "Thank you, Sasha. God is here." He moved in front of the table and sat atop it, next to the picture of Ezekiel Jr. He glanced at his watch. "Before we begin, you're free to take a swallow of water now, if you'd like."
Most everyone quickly sipped from their daily allotment, though Zeke did not. He'd been training himself to get by on less and less. He wasn't yet sure why. It just seemed prudent, and he enjoyed the discipline and what he was learning from it, both psychologically and scientifically.
Pastor Bob continued, "First, we will remember a precious life. Several will be sharing, some of how his death brought you to us and gave you life. Second, I have a brief message from Jeremiah chapter one. And third, Jennie and I have a bit of news. Alexis, if you're ready?"
Zeke froze at the press of a hand on his shoulder and a voice in his ear. "Listen to me."
He nodded. How was it possible a Monger had slipped in and gotten behind him? The one entrance was secure. They'd been on their knees, but still.
He wanted to reach for his Glock, but surely whoever was behind him had the advantage. Pastor Bob couldn't see this man? Nor Katashi? Was he crouched? Was Zeke hallucinating? Maybe he should have had some water.
Alexis put a fluttering hand on Zeke's thigh and rose. So she knew?
The man's hand still lay on Zeke's shoulder, and he had heard him plain as day. He casually turned his head to the right to get a glimpse of the hand. Nothing. He wrenched farther and finally spun around in his seat, yanking out the .45.
No one was there.CHAPTER 2
"LISTEN TO ME!"
"Ezekiel?" she said, just above a whisper, a hand flying to her throat.
"Sorry, love," he said, sitting with his gun out. "Nothing."
Zeke knew Alexis was nervous enough without this distraction. It wasn't that she had a problem speaking. Or with confidence. She was an artist, after all, had been an interior decorator before the kids came along. She had taught at both El Camino College and the University of Redlands. She had pitched ideas to high-level executive teams at some of the largest corporations in Los Angeles. But now, standing before her family and the tiny cadre of brothers and sisters in the faith she lived with, she struck her husband as fragile.
And before she could even open her mouth, he had startled her — and everyone else — by lurching at what, a phantom?
Alexis gathered herself and dug a tiny folded card from her palm. Fingers shaking, she unfolded it, though Zeke knew she wasn't likely to forget a single detail.
"I still find it hard to believe Junior has been in heaven longer than he was with us," she began. "You'd expect a mother to idealize a boy who didn't live past seven, and I'm guilty. It was a year before I allowed myself to remember that he was his father's son. He was all boy — stubborn, even ornery sometimes."
That made the others chuckle.
"But he was like his daddy, too, in how he loved me. Sweet and thoughtful. Like most of you, we went to Pastor Bob's Church in Torrance. Junior loved everything about Sunday school, all the stories and songs and fun. I prayed with him to receive Jesus when he was six. That didn't make him perfect. He could still disobey. In fact that's what he was doing the day he died."
She stopped to gather herself just when Zeke again sensed someone behind him. This time it was a hand on each shoulder, and this time he didn't hesitate. He leapt to his feet and whirled, causing everyone to jump. Again seeing nothing, he quickly covered and whispered, "Katashi, sit. I'll take the window for a while."
"I'm okay, Zeke."
Katashi looked embarrassed by the attention, but Sasha was squinting directly at Zeke, clearly puzzled. He forced a smile, but she didn't look away.
"We had a fenced-in backyard," Alexis continued, "and he'd been punished before for leaving it. That day I made him come inside while I put Sasha down for a late afternoon nap. She had just turned three that week. I heard Junior in the kitchen while I was reading to her. And then I didn't hear him. If you're a parent, you hate that sound ..."
Zeke was so rattled by the hallucinations — or whatever they were — that he worried they portended an attack by the Mongers. He peered out the slit in the window.
"Zeke?" Alexis said, startling him. "I'm up to where I called to tell you I couldn't find Junior."
"Right, sorry. So, Mahir here" — Zeke pointed at a French man with a dark-complexion about his age — "and I were working on a project at the California Department of Water Resources substation in Lakewood ..."
He told of how he and Mahir had raced home, only to learn the awful news, and how Mahir watched little Sasha while Zeke and Alexis went to the hospital to identify Junior's body. "But I had so many questions," Zeke said. "All we knew was what the officer had put in his report. I was desperate to know more. Was he killed instantly? Did he say anything? Was anyone with him? That's when we met our angel."
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4.8 When a series of natural disasters leaves the state of California a wasteland, the U.S. government declares it uninhabitable. Less than 1% of the state’s population stays behind as all other relocate. Those who stay either could not leave, or decided to stay behind. One such group of 16 call themselves The Holdouts. They minister to those who could not leave, and help them survive. But there could be trouble brewing among the group, and the leader is convinced that God has begun speaking to him directly. This one is a page-turner. Full, rich characters, which I’ve come to expect from Jenkins, and a modern perspective on a Biblical vision. The story also has lessons on pride, forgiveness, salvation, and God’s will and plans. A scripture that came to mind when reflecting on the story was Romans 8:28 – “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” The wrap-up felt a little abrupt, but I definitely recommend this one.
I found The Valley of Dry Bones engaging. It is quasi-dystopian christian fiction. Life in California is almost unsurvivable. Most people have fled the state. For those remaining their “world” is desolate, dangerous, hot, and seriously lacking in water. Life throughout the rest of the United States and the world is as it always has been. The Valley of Dry Bones has the feel of Water World meets Mad Max meets missions. Water is a hot commodity and everyone is desperate for it. This commodity creates opportunity for the unscrupulous. Yet a remnant remain. Sixteen believers, who call themselves the Holdouts, stay behind to provide aid and to share the Savior with the people who were unable to leave and with those who try to extort them for everything they have. California becomes a microcosm within the United States where we are shown a utopian ideal within a dystopian time and place. The Holdouts create a community that is specifically engineered for the environment. It sounds pretty incredible. Their lives are rather easy compared to the other California residents. Their secure compound meets all of their physical needs while helping others but all believers experience persecution and so even though these believers have willingly chosen to stay persecution is inevitable. The beauty of the story is the truth shared that persecution engenders true faith. “Bless those who curse you, do good to those who hate you, and pray for those who spitefully use you.” My favorite character is Sasha. Sasha is an example of a teen unplugged. A teen with the space, quiet, and time to seek and to serve God. She reminds us to be thankful, even for tough assignments from God. The Valley of Dry Bones is a story of tribulation. A story of redemption. A story of forgiveness. A story of salvation. A story of faith. Raw life, tragedy, and horrific sin is penned along with the one and only answer to the pain. The painful, humiliating, selfless sacrifice of the Son of Man, Jesus Christ. The Valley of Dry Bones is well worth reading. I received a review copy in exchange for my honest and unbiased review. My thanks to the author and publisher. For all of my reviews visit my blog at http://www.blessedandbewildered.com - For all of my reviews visit my blog at www (dot) blessedandbewildered (dot) com
Title: The Valley of The Dry Bones Author: Jerry B Jenkins Published: 5-31-2016 Publisher: Worthy Publishing Pages: 336 Genre: Literature & Fiction Sub Genre: Dystopian; ISBN: 9781617950087 ASIN: B017AE1YBM Reviewer: DelAnne Reviewed For: NetGalley Rating: 5 Stars . 17 years after the drastic droughts and devastating earthquakes hit California the President of the United States declares California uninhabitable and orders all of its residents to relocate. Approximately 1% of the populous refuse and decide to stay and rebuild. The Valley Of Dry Bones is their story of survival. In a time where survival is paramount, man is pitted against one another for shelter, food and water. The line from the song I wish We'd all Been Ready becomes a reality where a piece of bread can buy a bag of gold. Reverend Bob and his team remain to minister to those who stayed behind. The conditions are harsh and test the faith of many both of the religious and those trying to survive. As usual Jenkins has penned a story that is both thought provoking and entertaining. Other than a slow moment or two the book moves at a steady pace. The plot shows the good and the bad in human nature and cautions one to be sure when speaking for the Lord it is the Lord who told you to speak. Like both his Left Behind and Red Rock Mysteries this story is a entertaining, clean Christian read suitable to most ages groups of readers. My rating is 5 out of 5 stars.
Jerry B. Jenkins in his new book “The Valley of Dry Bones” published by Worthy Publishing gives us a novel of the End Times. From the back cover: A 17-year drought, multiple earthquakes, and uncontrollable wildfires, leave California desolate. The United States President declares the state uninhabitable and irreparable, directing California’s 39 million citizens to relocate. From the air, California looks like a vast abandoned sand box, but to a few groups of people, it’s their home. With less than 1% of the population remaining in California at their own risk, the holdouts encounter a clash of cultures, ethnicities, religions, and politics that pits friend against friend with the future of California at stake. California has been declared uninhabitable and mostly everyone has left. There are some that have nowhere to go and that is the group that Reverend Bob and his team stay behind to minister to. Due to health reasons he has to resign and move out and one of the team will take over. I believe this is an absolutely fascinating approach to hearing from God and not only ministering to the lost but to the Church as well. Zeke and the others are fascinating characters that will draw you into them so that you want to know everything that is going to happen to them. I do not recommend starting this book late at night because it will cost you sleep as you will not want to put it down. Mr. Jenkins is an excellent writer and really knows how to tell a story that will grab and keep you interest all the way through until the end. If you missed the interview for “The Brotherhood” book one in a different series and would like to listen to it and/or interviews with other authors and professionals please go to www.kingdomhighlights.org where they are available On Demand. Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from Worthy Publishing for this review. 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.”
This is a FANTASTIC inspirational fiction book! Whenever I pick up a book by Jerry Jenkins I expect it to be good. This one definitely lives up to that expectation. He has an incredible ability when it comes to creating memorable characters. This book has a limited cast in it because of the setting that he has created. I was amazed at the variety he was able to include within a small group of Christians. There are a number of different short comings represented among them along with some very valuable lessons that we can learn along with the characters. I was captivated by the story from the very beginning. I knew right away that I was going to have to devote large amounts of time to reading so that I could find out what happens quickly. Very early while the group is having a Sunday service one of them, Zeke, is startled to feel a hand on his shoulder when no one was behind him. He heard a voice in his ear saying, “Listen to me.” That starts the rush of the story which really doesn’t let up until the end. I also absolutely loved how much scripture was included and yet none of it really seemed preachy. The Holdouts simply relied on God and used prayer and scripture for getting direction from Him. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for my honest opinion.
The unthinkable has happened. California is no longer part of the United States (or rather those living there do not have protections and benefits of citizens of the US). Why? Because following unprecedented earthquakes and subsequent fires, and unbearable heat, the area is virtually unlivable. It is in this setting that Jenkins has placed a band of sixteen individuals who have each answered their pastor's invitation or call to remain in the devastated area to minister spiritually to the remaining 1% of California's prior populace. The book is written in mostly in dialogue between the sixteen and others in the area. The sixteen primary characters in the book are encamped in a disguised underground site that is secret from outsiders who remain in the area. There is extreme shortage of water and food. Trips are made to areas outside the California land for medicines, mail, and other items. It is not a safe place to be. Danger and deception create situations that only God's mercy. guidance, and protection can overcome. Their survival skills are surprising. They convert salt water to fresh. They grow food using aqua-phobics. I couldn't figure out how they grew food underground and where their lights came from. But underground they existed with everything they needed. They had two hydro-engineers, a medical doctor, a pastor, etc. The book is definitely a Christian book with large amounts of quotes from the Scriptures. These are, after all, Christians living in a desperate land and doing it solely to be able to minister to people. This book did not quite satisfy as former Jerry B. Jenkins stories has done. The character driven story and strong conversational text had me a bit addled at times trying to keep up with who was saying just what to whom. While the main male character, Ezekiel or "Zeke" was growing into what seems to be his "call" of prophet where God was speaking through him with Scripture, I don't see this as an End Times Novel. I see it as a story of a bereft people in a savaged land who are seeking to minister to others in the same plight. DISCLOSURE: I received a complimentary copy to facilitate this review from the Worthy Publishing company's First Look Review Program. Opinions are my own. I was not compensated.
See my full review here: https://thechristianreviewer.wordpress.com/2016/06/02/dry-bones-novel/ Wow… how to describe this book. First let me say that I had a very hard time putting this book down. The flow of this book made for a very easy and extremely engaging read. Jenkins has proven his skills writer many times and this book is no exception. The story opens in the California area in a somewhat regional post-apocalyptic setting resulting from years of drought, earthquakes and wildfires set that region of the country uninhabitable. We become quickly familiar with a group of believers that call themselves “The Holdouts” that stay in the desolate region in a survivalist mode, passionately serving nearby Native Americans in their missionary efforts. The story develops the characters very well which includes many twists the group encounter from military to resistance from those they are reaching out to as well as the threat of a dangerous group. This book is very exciting and engaging as we learn about all the chaos and twists that The Holdouts have to endure. It really has a good balance of action vs. character development. To me, this book really feels kind of like what it would be like to combine a fairly tense post-apocalyptic movie (zombie apocalypse without any zombies if you will) and the “Woodlawn” movie in a very unique way. That may seem like an odd mixture to you, but in my opinion, Jenkins actually does an amazing job of doing just that. Highly recommended. You won’t 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 Valley of the Dry Bones is a novel written by Jerry B. Jenkins. The story is set in the future and takes place in California. After a 17 year drought, California is evacuated with the exception of small groups who chose to stay behind. Of them is a group of 16 Christians who witness to others. This group is called the Holdouts. The pastor's wife, Jenne, has found out she has advanced cancer and the pastor, Bob, decides to step down. A new pastor has to be chosen and it comes down to either the leader of the group, Zeke, or the doctor, Doc. Doc feels he is best for the group while Zeke is putting it all in God's hands. One of the groups the Holdouts visits is a group of Native Americans. While on one of their visits they get a chance to speak with one of the elderly ladies. She also is a Christian. She dies shortly after their visit and a member of her group goes to Arizona with the story she is going to notify family that left California. What she actually does is give false information to the authorities about the Holdouts. The FBI and government get involved and start Operation Dry Bones. They are searching for Doc for supposedly killing members and committing mass murder on the Indian Tribes. Resources also say that Zeke escaped from custody and now heads up a warren of underground bunkers full of hundred of armed combatants. The pastor's son in law is also quoted for saying he always knew the pastor would murder his wife. This is a very suspenseful book with a lot of action. A lot of different things are going on at the same time but it is written in such a way it is easy to follow. I like the Christian aspect of the story. Several of the members are very strong Christians who use the Bible as a guide to live their lives, but it is not a preachy book. I also like that is it a story of family and community with everyone working for survival and the good of the group. This is not the type of story that I typically read but with all the action and suspense, I found it to be a very good book. The end did move along really fast and I appreciate the author finished up the book with a summary of what happened following Operations Dry Bones. I received a copy of the book from Worthy Publishing and First Look Blog Tour for an honest review.
The Valley of Dry Bones is the latest novel by Jerry Jenkins. The author takes you to a futuristic scene where the state of California has been vacated of the majority of its citizens due to a lack of drinking water and the tragic results of the out-of-control fires and earthquakes! Remaining on the scene is a group of Christians, who call themselves The Holdouts. They feel that God has called them to share His hope with any who have remained in this uninhabitable place. As this group attempts to fulfill their calling from the underground compound they built to protect themselves from the elements and from the Mongers, the criminals who are out to steal and pillage wherever they can find anything of value, you wonder how they will be able to survive! The tale leaps into high speed by the final pages of this book. What will happen when a member of the Holdouts suspects that there might be an enemy in their midst? How will the Holdouts respond when they discover that the U.S. government is planning to arrest the leaders of their group? Wait and see as Jerry Jenkins tells a tale that will show how God can work through men to fulfill His ultimate purpose in these days! I received this book from Worthy Publishing in exchange for my unbiased review. http://penlessreview.blogspot.com/