When Marie-Therese, daughter of Marie Antoinette, slips into the streets of Paris at the height of the French Revolution, she finds a world much darker than what she's ever known. When Marie-Thรฉrรจse Charlotte of France learns of the powerful rebellion sweeping her country, the sheltered princess is
Hidden Faces - 03 - Dead of Night
โ Scribed by Brandilyn, Collins
- Book ID
- 107493827
- Year
- 2004
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 1 MB
- Series
- Hidden Faces - 3
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
Product Description
All words fell away. I pushed myself off the path, noticing for the first time the signs of earlier passage---the matted earth, broken twigs. And I knew. My mouth turned cottony. I licked my lips, took three halting steps. My maddening, visual brain churned out pictures of colorless faces on a cold slab---Debbie Lille, victim number one; Wanda Deminger, number three . . . He'd been here. Dragged this one right where I now stumbled. I'd entered a crime scene, and I could not bear to see what lay at the end. . . . This is a story about evil. This is a story about God's power. A string of murders terrorizes citizens in the Redding, California, area. The serial killer is cunning, stealthy. Masked by day, unmasked by night. Forensic artist Annie Kingston discovers the sixth body practically in her own back yard. Is the location a taunt aimed at her? One by one, Annie must draw the unknown victims for identification. Dread mounts. Who will be taken next? Under a crushing oppression, Annie and other Christians are driven to pray for God's intervention as they've never prayed before. With page-turning intensity, Dead of Night dares to pry open the mind of evil. Twisted actions can wreak havoc on earth, but the source of wickedness lies beyond this world. Annie learns where the real battle takes place---and that a Christian's authority through prayer is the ultimate, unyielding weapon.
From the Back Cover
All words fell away. I pushed myself off the path, noticing for the first time the signs of earlier passageโthe matted earth, broken twigs. And I knew. My mouth turned cottony. I licked my lips, took three halting steps. My maddening, visual brain churned out pictures of colorless faces on a cold slabโDebbie Lille, victim number one; Wanda Deminger, number three . . . Heโd been here. Dragged this one right where I now stumbled. Iโd entered a crime scene, and I could not bear to see what lay at the end. . . .
This is a story about evil. This is a story about Godโs power.
A string of murders terrorizes citizens in the Redding, California, area. The serial killer is cunning, stealthy. Masked by day, unmasked by night. Forensic artist Annie Kingston discovers the sixth body practically in her own back yard. Is the location a taunt aimed at her?
One by one, Annie must draw the unknown victims for identification. Dread mounts. Who will be taken next? Under a crushing oppression, Annie and other Christians are driven to pray for Godโs intervention as theyโve never prayed before.
With page-turning intensity, Dead of Night dares to pry open the mind of evil. Twisted actions can wreak havoc on earth, but the source of wickedness lies beyond this world. Annie learns where the real battle takes placeโand that a Christianโs authority through prayer is the ultimate, unyielding weapon.
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