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Soul Deliverer: A Restless Soul, #8
Soul Deliverer: A Restless Soul, #8
Soul Deliverer: A Restless Soul, #8
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With God's very own rainbow leading the way, how could they have gotten so lost?

Former pastor Dalton James secretly wishes he'd meet his end and be done with it all. Surviving the Tribulation has taken everything out of him.

He's exhausted from the months spent at sea and worn out from the constant island-hopping in the hopes of finding food, fuel and supplies. Having a brand-new baby isn't helping matters either, since sleep has become a long-lost fantasy.

But mostly, he's sick and tired of listening to all the complaining.

While Dalton's ready to hop off the ship and swim to the nearest island, he feels a deep sense of responsibility to the others. And he knows the Lord wouldn't want him shirking his duties, even if He Himself might be tired of all the griping too.

Trust Me... He continually compels them. And the Lord proves Himself faithful over and over when all their needs are met. And yet, they still complain.

Just when Dalton is ready to take his chances with the sharks, the group discovers something really worth complaining about...

They're being followed by the Peacekeepers.

Will Dalton and the others be able to lose the Peacekeepers before the enemy discovers the paradise island they both seek? Or will this be the end of the Tribulation for them? Reserve your copy today!

Great for fans of Jamie Lee Grey, Mark Goodwin and Kyla Stone, A Restless Soul series are short stories of biblically truthful and Christian-based fiction. This is a stand-alone series, meaning each book can be read out of order, much like a television series. Due to content, not recommended for children under 13.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherVJ Dunn
Release dateDec 13, 2023
ISBN9798224089666
Soul Deliverer: A Restless Soul, #8

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    Soul Deliverer - VJ Dunn

    SOUL DELIVERER

    Book 8 in A Restless Soul Series

    By

    VJ Dunn

    This book is a work of fiction and was written solely by the author. No ghostwriter or AI (artificial intelligence) was used in the writing of this work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental, except in the mention of public figures such as celebrities, bands, authors, et al.

    © 2016-2024 VJ Dunn, Library of Congress Registry Pending.

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    Table of Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 1

    Waves of Fear

    I THOUGHT A rainbow was supposed to be a promise from God that He wouldn’t blow up the world.

    Dalton looked at the young teen beside him and fought back the wince at her gaunt appearance. Over the long months at sea, Shy had lost a lot of weight she certainly couldn’t afford to lose. Of course, everyone in their group had become little more than walking stick figures since food was so scarce.

    Even more so now, he thought. The last few islands they’d come across hadn’t had so much as a coconut by way of food. For the past several weeks, they’d had to resort to a ration of just one very small meal a day.

    Stifling the defeated sigh threatening to escape, Dalton leaned on the railing and stared across the dark expanse at the colorful glow to what he was sure was the west. Absently running his fingers over the back of his left hand, he realized he could feel every single one of the bones. He knew he was even thinner than most, since he chose to go without food for days, eating only two or three times a week so that there would be more for the others.

    Survival had become a desperate game, one it seemed they were all going to lose.

    The rainbow was given to Noah and his family as a sign—a promise—that God wouldn’t flood the earth again, he told the girl, who smiled up at him. Dalton tried to return it, but knew it was more of a grimace than anything else.

    Shy had an unusual amount of faith in the Lord, trusting Him to always take care of them, but she’d had little to no biblical instruction. It was sad, he thought, that the girl knew so little. But he also knew that she had all the knowledge she needed for the time they lived in. Shy knew the Lord, knew that He loved His children and had unwavering faith that He would keep His promises, that He would provide what they needed.

    As his very empty stomach cramped, Dalton just wished He’d do a little more in the area of provision.

    Shy reached out to scratch her dog behind the ears. Billy no longer had the healthy look Dalton had always been surprised by. Instead, the dog looked just as sickly as the rest of them. Despite his sad state, the dog still wagged his tail at his girl’s ministrations.

    So instead of drowned-ing us, God barbecued us?

    Dalton’s lips twitched at Shy’s words, though again he couldn’t quite bring himself to smile. There was just too much on his mind, too many problems, to find much to smile about. He almost longed for the days he’d spent in the enemy’s prison. At least then all he had to worry about was how bad the next torture session was going to be, only had to think of himself and his own problems. Now, he had a whole group of people looking to him for answers.

    A griping, grumbling group of grouches.

    Yeah, Dalton sighed. A bible verse came to him then, surprising him. Though he’d always struggled with remembering scripture, once the Tribulation had begun, he’d found more and more of the Bible coming to mind.

    The first angel blew his trumpet, and there followed hail and fire, mixed with blood, he quoted, and these were thrown upon the earth. And a third of the earth was burned up, and a third of the trees were burned up, and all green grass was burned up. Dalton looked back at Shy.

    That’s from the Book of Revelation, the last book in the Bible.

    The girl nodded. Figured, she muttered, then looked back out at the seemingly endless ocean. There wasn’t much to see, just water that appeared to be black or red, depending on the time of day, thanks to the thick smoggy cloud cover keeping the world shrouded in darkness.

    That had been a huge disappointment, Dalton thought. He’d hoped once they were out on the Pacific the air would clear up, that the smoke from the global fires would have been pushed back by the ocean breezes. But strangely, after the massive hurricane that wiped out the South American coast had dissipated, the winds had nearly completely stopped. And for the past week, the air had grown so still, it was nearly suffocating.

    But besides the feeling of choking on the stale air, there was also the problem of being stuck in the middle of the ocean. A sailboat didn’t sail without wind.

    Another sigh escaped him. A week after they’d left the coast of Ecuador in the huge research vessel they’d commandeered from pirates, they’d run out of fuel. Just the fact they’d been able to go that long without refueling had been a miracle in itself, but they’d had to continue begging the Lord to intervene, to provide.

    It was a few days before the ship had floated near enough to an island that they could make their way ashore in the lifeboat. The group had fully expected to find a big diesel tank full of the fuel they needed. But the island had been completely deserted, void of any sign of life. Not even a bird or a lizard had shown itself.

    Disappointment had filled the group to the point there had been a near mutiny. Dalton had no doubt most of the believers would have turned on him if they’d had any option other than heading back to the research vessel and continuing to seek the Lord’s help.

    He’d been surprised—and relieved—they hadn’t left him on that desolate island.

    But when the last group of survivors were making their way back to the ship in the lifeboat, the smog had parted briefly, just enough to outline a huge sailboat tucked into a cove on the opposite side of the island. Not only was it abandoned, it had been well-stocked with all the supplies they were running low on. And with the sails, they hadn’t needed the fuel after all. There had been much rejoicing over that answer to prayer.

    Until the winds slowed and eventually stopped altogether. Now they were dead in the water. Dalton snorted a laugh to himself at that particular phrase. If

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