ZOE PENCARROW and THE TOWER OF LIGHT

"The storm increased its ferociousness. It was a giant vortex: a whirlpool of anger and hatred. Suddenly, all went quiet, and everything was pitch black. The hairs on Zoe's head stood up. The cold icy hand of death was all around her. She felt like her life had been crushed out of her and she gasped to breathe-but only for a split moment. There in front of her was Jesus. He was no longer on the cross but standing tall and strong. From him in all directions radiated glory fire. He shone like...