By the Dawn’s Early Light

Lt. Colonel Toby Quirk

Description

If Tom Clancy and Frank Peretti wrote a novel together this would be it: a band of commandos on the ground clash with demonic forces hellbent on destroying America’s soul.
This novel, the second in a planned trilogy, finds Hank Baker and his family in a desperate battle against spiritual forces of evil in heavenly realms. From a deadly struggle in the Maine woods to a strategic retreat to South Texas, Hank’s warrior clan takes their stand against Satan for the soul of America.

Sujets

• Religious
• Army of God
• Spiritual warfare
• Conspiracy theory
• Fiction

Informations

• Publié par: LifeRich Publishing
• Date de parution: 01 septembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781489742414
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
LT. Colonel Toby Quirk
 
 
 

 
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ISBN: 978-1-4897-4240-7 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4897-4241-4 (e)
 
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022911156
 
 
 
LifeRich Publishing rev. date: 06/09/2022
CONTENTS
A Note to My Reader
By the Dawn’s Early Light: June in America 2016
 
Part I   Storm Clouds
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
 
Part II   Battle Lines
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
 
Part III   The Price of Victory
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
A NOTE TO MY READER
WE ARE NOW CONNECTED. YOU have opened the cover of By the Dawn’s Early Light , and you are taking in the expressions of my heart and my imaginations. Fantastic. Before you delve into the story, I want to offer you a couple of thoughts.
Thank you for joining me on this journey that somehow sprang out of my mind and onto these pages. It has been an absolute blast for me as I created these characters and then pretty much just followed them as they kept surprising me with all their adventures, their loves, and their encounters with the unseen realm of the spirit. So here we are, together sharing in their joys and agonies.
By the Dawn’s Early Light is the second in a series. The first book is called Proof through the Night. I’m in the concept phase of a third book, to be titled The Twilight’s Last Gleaming. If you have read Proof Through the Night , you are familiar with the Baker family and their extraordinary spiritual gifts and their role as the first line of defense against the rulers of darkness in the unseen realm.
If you haven’t read the first novel, here is some background about this family of spiritual warriors that will be helpful as you join them in their saga.
Sandy Baker discovered that she had the same rare spiritual gifts as her grandmother, Gabriella Quaterone—the ability to “see” events taking place at distant locations and the ability to change the course of those events. Gabriella’s mission was to rescue people from assassination attempts against Christians. In America, demonic forces were at work tearing down the works of the Kingdom of God, and Gabriella and her family were called by the Lord to wage spiritual battle against these forces.
At the family estate called Cielavista, war broke out on the ground and in the heavens. Sandy’s husband, Henry, had become fed up with her, and he left her before the battle. He returned to his embattled home and rescued his son, Hank, from the hands of demonic enemy fighters. Sandy’s militia was mainly comprised of her groundskeeper’s extended family, under the leadership of Carlos and Yolanda Santiago. Sandy’s family retreated, wounded and exhausted, and the evil forces were defeated by a platoon of warrior angels and the sword of the Lord. Sandy’s once prestigious estate was reduced to smoldering rubble.
Hank, who is the central character of this second book, is a former army ranger who had been on medical leave from the service with extreme PTSD. He fell in love with Althea, a fellow warrior in the battle, and married her.
That should be enough to get you on board for this second book. You might consider purchasing Proof Through the Night to get the whole story.
Again, it’s great to have you with me as we follow Hank Baker in his battles against the demonic forces in the air and his own demons within his soul. If you are on Facebook, my author page is https://www.facebook.com/authortobyquirk . I will be checking in there frequently if you want to keep in touch.
May the grace of the Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all (2 Cor.13:14).
BY THE DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT June in America 2016
PART I Storm Clouds

CHAPTER 1
HANK GLARED AT THE PULL-UP bar. For the last two months of rehab, all he could do was hang there, arms extended, but the number of minutes he could hang had increased steadily. Yesterday, the recovering warrior grunted his body into a half pull-up for three minutes.
Earlier that morning, he told his wife, Althea, about how he was trying to overcome his frustration with his slow progress.
“My anger gets in my way.” He sipped his espresso and gulped down a forkful of the scrambled eggs she served him. “You know, my dear, you’re the only person that really knows how to make these eggs just the way I like them. Mom cooks the life out of them, and they come out all dry and crumbly. Dad only does fried eggs over easy. And Yolanda scrambles her eggs with so much hot spice they burn your throat on the way down and on the way out.”
“Just a tad too much info, Hank,” Althea said.
“But you, my angel flying too close to the ground, you have the knack—no, the talent, the genius—to lovingly, softly caress the eggs in the pan over just the right heat, for just the right time, stirring at just the right rhythm so as to render on my plate a perfectly elegant gourmet delight in the early breaking hours of the day. Soft scrambled eggs.”
“See, that’s what I love about you, Hank. You’re so full of baloney. Get out of my kitchen and get your workout done. I have to get down to my prayer ledge.”
Hank approached Althea from behind as she stood at the sink washing dishes. “I’m sneaking up on you.”
“I think you’ve lost some of your covert skills there, Ranger.”
“You smell like soap.” He nuzzled his face into his wife’s neck under her hair.
“I can’t wash dishes and neck with you at the same time.”
Hank felt her body respond to his touch—melting back into him. The window over the sink was beaded with morning mist. Althea tilted her head away from Hank’s lips to give him more of her neck.
“You keep this up, Romeo, neither of us will get anything done this morning.”
“Oh, we’ll get something done all right.”
She pushed her rear against him, and he backed off. He picked up the remaining dishes from the kitchen table and put them on the counter next to her.
“We’ll call that an appetizer,” she said.
Hank felt that familiar tremor in the depths of his brain. He tried to suppress the involuntary sneer that gave away the demon in his soul, whispering to him. You lowlife coward. You aren’t half the man you once were before you let your comrades die like dogs in the desert. No woman in this world wants to give a loser like you any comfort or plea sure.
“What is it, Hank?” Althea asked.
“See, I could get all bent out of shape with this slow, gradual progress I’m having getting my strength back. It’s been—what, seven months—since I got the tar beat out of me by those demonic giants. Three surgeries and hours of physical therapy, and here I am, no stronger than a twelve-year-old kid. But here’s the thing, I am what I am. There will be a day when I will be up to speed again like I was in the army—two hundred push-ups, two hundred sit-ups, thirty pull-ups, and the two-mile run in eleven minutes. That day is just not today. Somehow, I have to endure the journey back.”
Althea wiped her hands on the dish towel, turned around, and took his face in her damp hands. She kissed him. “Get out to that barn and give me a pull-up, stud.”
Hank jogged to the barn. Rage and frustration burned inside him. He hesitated under the bar, a three-foot length of steel pipe bolted to timber beams.
“What are you looking at, Lucille?” The wolfhound lay near him, staring up at Hank with her fierce black eyes.
“The wife told me to do a pull-up. What do you think?”
2
Althea finished the dishes and left the kitchen. She climbed down the rocks to the ledge where the Atlantic rolled against the granite shoreline. Last October’s earthquake sheared one hundred feet of rusty granite from the edge of the cliff, leaving chunks of rock stacked up from the shore to the top of the heights, forming a natural staircase for Althea and Sandy to climb down to their prayer ledge at the water’s edge.
She breathed in the salty mist. The incoming tide teased the base of the ledge below her. Gulls moaned somewhere overhead, invisible in the fog. Althea walked to the edge of the chasm that split her ledge in two. Gentle waves lapped into the bottom of the crevice forty feet below, where the bejeweled hilt of a gigantic sword stood in the seabed. She stepped back a few paces, ran toward the crevice, and sailed onto the prayer ledge from which she and Sandy could watch the sky and observe events taking place around the globe. From this gray-orange rock, the two prophetesses could transmit their spiritual power to change the course of those world-shaping events.
But this morning, Althea did not look to the sky. Not yet. She went t