Jarl Henderson had a normal, active life until The Disaster. His family, save for his sister Aneera, was wiped out. As the world moves inexorably toward the revealing of Satan’s messiah and the end of the age, Jarl – at Jesus’ request – is launched into the quantum realm to travel its pathways and retrieve items vital for Jesus’ followers still on earth. During his travels, he meets shapeshifters, angels, hybrids, and demons and has to determine friend from foe. His final task is the most shocking – the retrieval of the Revelation 19 sword that Jesus will use at his return. Will he recover this item necessary for the ending of the age at the risk of ultimate loss for himself and those he loves?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / Apocalyptic & Post-ApocalypticAmazon information:
Product details
ASIN : B08NY1MLPX
Publisher : Author Academy Elite (November 19, 2020)
Publication date : November 19, 2020
Language : English
File size : 3974 KB
Text-to-Speech : Enabled
Screen Reader : Supported
Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
X-Ray : Not Enabled
Word Wise : Enabled
Sticky notes : On Kindle Scribe
Print length : 336 pages
Best Sellers Rank: #2,746,339 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
#1,105 in Christian Futuristic Fiction
#3,080 in Christian Science Fiction (Books)
#3,597 in Religious Science Fiction & Fantasy (Kindle Store)
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My name is Jarl with a hard “J.” Unusual, I know, but my
father wanted to name me Karl and my mother wanted
to name me Jake. Their version of compromise became
my name.
Jarl means “Noble Warrior” in old Norse. Unfortunately,
I didn’t discover that until college. In grade school, my class-
mates found my name hilarious. I would often be walking
down a hallway or swinging on a swing at recess hearing the
chants of “Jarl-gle Gar-gle” accompanied by various retching,
gargling sounds.
Even then I knew I was destined for something greater,
or at least more interesting, than being known as “that gar-
gle kid.”
My upbringing was surprisingly normal considering
the advanced state of decay the world was in. Our family
reeked of stability. Our moderately sized home with its tidy
landscaping was in a suburban Denver neighborhood. Dad
was a tall, sandy-haired engineer who worked in an office in
downtown Denver. He was a good engineer, so he ranked a
corner office with windows, a comfortable salary, and not too
much required overtime. Mom was an honest-to-goodness
stay-at-home mom during my sister’s and my school years.
She was an attractive brunette with auburn streaks in her hair
that glinted in the sun. She made cookies and volunteered at
our schools and, more often than not, had dinner ready when
Dad came home so we could all eat together as a family.
We attended a lively church that saw some rather amaz-
ing miracles and healings during our time there. I knew
without a doubt that Jesus was real because I met him when I
was five.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by ANDRE DIOGO WEBER 2
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Vanesa Gómez Paniza
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