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Publié par | Harvest House Publishers |
Date de parution | 27 juin 2017 |
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EAN13 | 9780736966580 |
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B OOKS BY V ANNETTA C HAPMAN
T HE R EMNANT S ERIES
Overshadowed
( FREE E-ONLY NOVELLA )
Deep Shadows
Raging Storm
Light of Dawn
HARVEST HOUSE PUBLISHERS
EUGENE, OREGON
Scripture quotations are taken from the Holy Bible, New International Version , NIV . Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc. Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.
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Published in association with the literary agency of The Steve Laube Agency, LLC, 5025 N. Central Ave., #635, Phoenix, Arizona 85012.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
LIGHT OF DAWN
Copyright 2017 by Vannetta Chapman
Published by Harvest House Publishers
Eugene, Oregon 97402
www.harvesthousepublishers.com
ISBN 978-0-7369-6657-3 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-0-7369-6658-0 (eBook)
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Chapman, Vannetta, author.
Title: Light of dawn / Vannetta Chapman.
Description: Eugene, Oregon: Harvest House Publishers, [2017] | Series: The remnant; 3
Identifiers: LCCN 2017001979 (print) | LCCN 2017009720 (ebook) | ISBN 9780736966573 (softcover) | ISBN 9780736966580 (ebook)
Subjects: LCSH: Regression (Civilization)-Fiction. | Survival-Fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Christian / Suspense. | GSAFD: Suspense fiction. | Christian fiction. | Dystopias.
Classification: LCC PS3603.H3744 L54 2017 (print) | LCC PS3603.H3744 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6-dc23
LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2017001979
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D EDICATION
For Dad
C ONTENTS
Books by Vannetta Chapman
Dedication
Acknowledgments
Excerpts from Shelby s Journal
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Chapter Forty-Two
Chapter Forty-Three
Chapter Forty-Four
Chapter Forty-Five
Chapter Forty-Six
Chapter Forty-Seven
Chapter Forty-Eight
Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter Fifty-Two
Chapter Fifty-Three
Chapter Fifty-Four
Chapter Fifty-Five
Chapter Fifty-Six
Chapter Fifty-Seven
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Chapter Fifty-Nine
Chapter Sixty
Chapter Sixty-One
Chapter Sixty-Two
Chapter Sixty-Three
Chapter Sixty-Four
Excerpts From Shelby s Journal
Chapter Sixty-Five
Chapter Sixty-Six
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Chapter Sixty-Nine
Chapter Seventy
Chapter Seventy-One
Chapter Seventy-Two
Chapter Seventy-Three
Chapter Seventy-Four
Chapter Seventy-Five
Chapter Seventy-Six
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Chapter Eighty
Chapter Eighty-One
Chapter Eighty-Two
Epilogue
Discussion Questions
Author s Note
Emerging Technologies
About the Author
When the Lights Go Out Who Will Be Ready?
All It Takes Is One Night to Plunge the World into Darkness
In the Darkness, Anarchy Awakens
About the Publisher
A CKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book is dedicated to my dad, who passed from this life to the next twenty years ago. My father loved to debate, to toss ideas back and forth, to challenge me to think outside my box. During my teenage years, we would stay up late into the night discussing wars and rumors of wars, how to survive in this world, and how surviving wasn t enough-unless you had a clear conscience, unless you had helped your neighbor, unless you d followed that Golden Rule. I love him and miss him and am so grateful to have had him in my life.
Many thanks to the awesome staff of Harvest House for your guidance as we jumped into the dystopian genre together. The fine folks in sales, editorial, and marketing all helped to make this project possible. Kim Moore, you are the best! Thank you to Reagen Reed for providing editorial input, and my agent, Steve Laube, for guiding me through the continually changing publishing world.
My pre-readers, Kristy and Janet, deserve rubies and gold, but this thanks will have to do instead. My family continues to encourage me through every deadline. A special thank you to Dorsey Sparks for inspiring my main character.
Many readers have written to me since the release of Book 1, Deep Shadows . You ve taken my scenario to heart, spent time in prayer, some have put together go-bags, and others are purchasing generators not necessarily because of what I ve written, but rather because the times seem to point to an impending upheaval, a fundamental change in the way we live. I want to remind you to keep the faith. In the end, our faith and God s provision are what will see us through any trouble this world throws at us. I continue to pray the events described in this series never happen, but as Max has said, We hope for the best, but plan for the worst.
And finally always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ (Ephesians 5:20).
In that day the Lord will reach out his hand a second time to reclaim the surviving remnant of his people.
T HE B OOK OF I SAIAH
C HAPTER II, V ERSE II
Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow.
T.S. E LIOT
T HE W ASTE L AND
E XCERPTS FROM S HELBY S J OURNAL
July 3
11:35 p.m.
We re going to weather this. Together, we will find a way. I want to believe Georgia s words. I need to believe them. Carter has yet to move. He hasn t opened his eyes or squeezed my hand. We managed to lower his temperature with cold cloths to his head and crushed ibuprofen that we spooned into his mouth. His insulin levels, though-they remain dangerously low.
July 4
8:15 a.m.
Jerry Lambert came by this morning to check on Carter. A retired vet is treating my son, and I am grateful to have him. This says more about the world we live in than anything I could write on the pages of this journal. Jerry thinks the reason for Carter s hyperglycemia is the infection that has set in due to his broken leg. There s no way to know how much or what type of bacteria was in the creek water where he lay for over twelve hours. Jerry gave him an injection of antibiotics. I didn t think to ask how he managed to have that. My every prayer is, Please, God. Don t take my son.
2:45 p.m.
Every able-bodied person in the area is preparing for battle with the Cavanaghs-a group that has taken over the ranch on the other side of the creek. The group that Carter told Roy about when they first found him. Carter hasn t spoken another word since. Hasn t even opened his eyes. I want to be with them, protecting this place, but I can t leave Carter s side.
10:40 p.m.
I am bargaining with God.
July 5
6:45 a.m.
Carter still hasn t opened his eyes or spoken, but his glucose levels are improving. Max stopped by long enough to tell me they tried reasoning with the Cavanaghs. The result was a shoot-out that left two of our men injured.
July 6
2:15 a.m.
I ve been listening to the echo of gunshots for more than an hour. Georgia says we are to pray, to have faith, to believe, but my mind and my heart and even my soul are numb. I sit here and hold Carter s hand and try to remember how to pray. I flinch at the sound of the battle raging less than a mile from here, and I try to envision life without Max or Roy or Lanh. I wonder how we ll survive if Jerry Lambert is killed. Since I ve returned, we ve been visited by someone from every surrounding farm-checking on Carter, asking how they can help, bringing food they can t afford to share. We are suffering and tired and afraid, but we are also a family.
July 7
3:15 p.m.
Carter woke today. He s weak and still battling the fever, but Jerry says he s turned the corner. We don t talk about what happened to him in the creek or to us in Austin. I don t know if he s aware of the battle raging with the Cavanaghs. How can one group of men hold out for so long in a place they have no legitimate claim to? Why don t they just leave?
July 8
7:15 p.m.
Today has been a good day. I didn t think I d ever write those six words again. Carter sat up for a full half hour. The heat in his leg has lessened. Jerry says we ll try to put a cast on it once the swelling goes down. I have no idea how he hopes to make one of those with our limited resources, but Georgia says that Jerry Lambert could create a
July 9
4:25 a.m.
The horrors of last night exceed anything I saw in Abney before or after the flare. They even surpass the anarchy of Austin. There I didn t have to unload the bodies of friends and neighbors, worrying with each person I mo