The Valley Of The Dry Bones (Paperback)Jerry B Jenkins
A thrilling tale of intrigue and terrorism.
In The Valley of the Dry Bones, Jerry B. Jenkins overlays the ancient End Times prophecies of Ezekiel onto the landscape of modern California.
After a 17-year drought, multiple earthquakes and uncontrollable wildfires, California is 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, known as The Holdouts, 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.
About the author
Jerry B. Jenkins is the author of more than 180 books with sales of more than 70 million copies, including the best-selling Left Behind series. He is the former vice president for publishing and currently chairman of the board of trustees for the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago. Twenty-one of his books have reached the New York Times best-seller list (seven debuting at number one). Jerry and his wife, Dianna, live in Colorado.
ByJerry B Jenkins
Size152 x 229 mm
Number of Pages332 pp
PublisherChristian Art Publication
SEVEN YEARS INTO THE DROUGHT
Katashi Aki backed the beastly sanitation truck through the same gate
of the same parking lot of the same building of the same industrial park he
and his partner had served for more than three years. But he was running
half an hour late because Raoul was taking a sick day and couldn’t leap out
to guide him to the bins or shoo away the kids who even now were scrambling
over the chain-link fence to climb the truck.
Though he was on flat ground, Katashi set the emergency brake and
took the keys when he went back to check his angle and distance. Half a
dozen children, all clearly under ten, had formed a half circle behind the
truck, eyes dancing.
“Keep your distance!” he barked, and noticing that a few looked like
him, he repeated it in Japanese. They giggled. Who knew if they understood
their native tongue, and if they did, which dialect?
“I have to come back another couple feet, so stay away,” he said as the
building’s rear exit swung open and employees headed for their cars. He
was in the way and had to hurry.