Shadow Remnant

When truth is lost, liberty dies.

For a hundred years the United States has been gripped by martial law, with freedom and faith a forgotten memory. In the summer of 2132, Peter Sheridan learns this the hard way when he finds himself on the wrong side of the government-but the right side of freedom.

All he wants to do is escape the notorious education center and find his parents. But when he is shot and left for dead, he is rescued by a mysterious recluse and finds himself drawn into a world of chaos and intrigue.

Racing against time and the government to try and complete his father's mission-Peter must reignite the call for freedom. To do so, he turns to the last hope for America , the mysterious group known as the Shadow Remnant.

The mall was an expansive circus of vendors, with a wealth of humanity stirring around like ants in a nest. A cacophony of sounds emanated from everywhere at once, but Peter focused on finding his way to the lower level. As he walked about, people who noticed him still moved away from him. Most people, however, seemed lost in their own minds, like distracted androids that moved in and out of the shops.
He found an escalator which descended downward, and beside it was a kiosk video board. He stopped to watch the display. A kind, slender woman appeared on the screen and with a gentle voice spoke to the passers-by. “Have you someone in your life that is hungry? Do you know people that try to live outside the system? Your purchasing card is your protection, but there are those who have rejected it and are hurting our society. Do yourself a favor and turn them in. If they are found guilty, you could receive a reward up to ten thousand dollars.”
Peter shook his head at the notion as he remembered Joshua and Martha’s great hospitality. It seemed to him that those who lived outside the system were by far better off than all who he witnessed ambling about the mall. He walked onto the escalator and descended to the lower level.
A large, open space was transformed into an amphitheater, with bleachers surrounding a platform and podium. Some guards were present but either ignored him or steered away from him. He determined to approach one guard who stood by the dais. The lone soldier snapped to attention at Peter’s approach.
“Soldier, your name,” Peter commanded.
“Corporal Samuel Green, sir!”
“Okay, Green, when is the director going to arrive?”
“Mr. Kyle Johansen’s arrival time is classified, sir, but he is scheduled to speak at fourteen-hundred hours.”
“I need to know where he is, I have very important news for him,” Peter tried to sound as authoritative and demanding as possible. He saw in the young soldier’s eyes a quick glance to a door just beyond his post.
“I can’t tell you, sir,” the corporal replied. “You will need to get clearance from the squadron commander, Captain Mathews.”
“Then go and get your captain, and I will deal with him.”
Corporal Green saluted then disappeared behind the bleachers. Peter moved toward the door that Green had glanced at and quietly tapped on it. Nothing happened. He tapped on it again.
The knob moved and Peter slammed his shoulder into door. Rushing in, he quickly closed the door behind him and assessed the room. Two men were standing by the opposite wall and one lay on the ground.
“What’s the meaning of this!” demanded the man farthest away. He was blonde with a touch of grey at the temples, cut short and clean shaven. He stood just a little shorter than Peter, and his look of surprise captivated Peter’s attention.
“At ease,” Peter commanded, and helped the fallen man up.
“What is the meaning of this, major?” the man asked again, this time with less emotion.
“Are you Director Johansen?”
The man hesitated, “Yes, I am.”
“I need to speak with you,” Peter looked at the other two, then back to the director, “alone.”
Johansen looked at the two other men and waived them out the back door. They appeared reluctant, but quietly obeyed and closed the door behind them. “Alright, major, we’re alone, what’s this about?”
Peter took a deep breath and listened at the door he entered. “I’m not in the army,” he said. “I’m not a major, and I’ve come to warn you that your life is in danger.” Peter raised his hand, “Don’t think of calling your guards; hear me out.”
“Who are you?”
“My name,” he hesitated to say it. “My name is Peter Sheridan.”
The director’s eyes widened in disbelief, “You!”
“Yes, me,” Peter said. “I’m here to warn you that there are three men who are coming to take your life.”
“You’re lying! No one could get past my guards. They’re the best security money can buy.”
“Yeah, no one like me,” Peter shook his head. “Look, they’re in the mall already. They’re setting up some type of diversion that will take the guards away from you, and then they will kill you.”
“Why are you telling me this? You’re the leader of those terrorists, that… that Shadow Remnant.”
“I’m telling you this for two reasons. One, because you need to know that the Remnant is not a terrorist group.”
“And two?” Johansen asked.
“And two,” Peter said, “because your life depends on it.”
“You know, you’re the most wanted man in America right now. You’ll never leave this mall alive.”
“We’ll see,” Peter said.
A violent shock, like an earthquake, shook the room. Peter and the director fell to the ground. Sirens blared and the sound of people screaming filled the halls beyond the door.
“Looks like the diversion has happened,” Peter said as he stood. “I’ll be going now.” He rushed out the door into the melee of people. From behind him he heard the director shouting for his guards, but he didn’t look back.
Smoke rolled through the mall along with the chaotic rush of humanity. Peter filtered into the maelstrom and made his way along the corridor, trying to get to the upper level. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of who he thought was Mark. He turned, and looked down the concourse where the bleachers were set up. As he watched, a dark-haired man ducked behind the wall.
“Great,” Peter said out loud, and turned to go back to the director.
He pushed and shoved his way against the current of human traffic, spinning and moving as fast as possible. He crossed the open section behind the stands and saw Corporal Green unconscious on the floor. He checked the corporal’s pulse and found him still alive.
“Guards!” shouted the director from inside his room.
Peter ran to the door and slammed into it with his shoulder. His back jolted from his wound, but he again slammed against the door. The frame cracked and the door flew open, striking a body behind it.
Eyes wide, Kyle Johansen stood against the far wall. He looked at Peter, his face pale and body shaking with the shock.
On the floor lay Mark. Dazed, he looked up and squinted. “You!” he said. Mark tried to reach for the gun that had slid from his grasp, but Peter picked up the revolver and dumped out the cartridges, then threw the weapon against the wall.
The director looked back at Peter. “You came back, why?”
“Because you needed it. Now quit spreading your lies about me.” Peter ducked out of the room and disappeared into the crowd. Guards filed through the people, forcing their way back to the director’s chamber and gave no notice of Peter’s passage.
He glided up the escalator to the second level, and found his way back to the main entrance. People near the doors seemed little concerned for what happened on the floor below them. He smiled as he exited the complex, walking across the parking lot to his car. “Now,” he said, “I think I should head for California.”

Stolen Woman

Kimberly Rae
Stolen Woman
“So how do you decide, boss?”  She said the term with contempt.
   He looked up, not surprised to see her.  His eyes held only sadness.
   “How do you decide who to help and who to leave behind in the clutches of evil?  These women—do they not measure up because they’re ‘tainted,’ not innocent or proper enough to be worthy of your attention?”
   Mark stood.  His fists clenched and unclenched.  “Asha, there are things you do not know,” he said slowly, each word emphasized.
   “I know you would turn your back on this woman and leave her a slave!” Asha cried out passionately.
   “There are things you do not know,” he repeated, his eyes piercing her.  “You have to trust me on this.”
   She would not submit.  Her heart felt as hard and painfully heavy as a stone.
   “Tell me, then.”  She was sobbing now.  “Tell me something that gives me reason not to despise you.” 
   The darkness was screaming at her, laughing at her.  “James says you don’t want to get involved because you’re afraid it might taint the missions’ reputation.  Is that it?”   Mark strode toward her, his face cast in shadows.  “Who is James?” 
   “A knight in shining armor compared to you at the moment.”  Asha wiped her face with her shawl, but the tears kept coming.
    Mark took her by the arm and would not let her pull away.  “Sometimes, a guy’s armor being shiny only means he’s never actually been in a battle.  Your James talks big, but he has no idea what he’s talking about.”
   Asha stilled for a moment.  Her eyes begged him.  “Please, Mark.  Please let me go help her.  I must.”
   When he shook his head no, Asha tried to pull away, but he still held her arm.
   “You have no heart!” 
   She did not know if she whispered it or screamed it, but his reaction was strong.
   Grabbing her other arm, he pulled her to him until their noses almost touched.  He spoke through clenched teeth.  “You know nothing about my heart.”
   He released her, and walked away.  Snatching up the lantern, he turned one last time, the light flinging across him wildly as the lantern swung in his hand.
   “Don’t go back there, Asha.  Ever.  I told you I’d take care of it, and I will.  As far as you’re concerned, this is over.”
   He walked away then, leaving Asha alone in the darkness.
   She stood still, silently crying, while her resolve built.
   Mark was wrong.  It was not over at all.
   Not for her.

Fit For Faith

7 weeks to improved spiritual & physical health
by Kimberley Payne


Fit for Faith is a unique workbook program. In addition to learning about the three components of fitness – cardiovascular exercise, strength training and stretching – your relationship with God will be strengthened through daily prayer, Scripture reading and daily journal writing.
God created you as a whole person, therefore take care of your whole self, not just the individual parts. A direct relationship exists between physical, emotional and spiritual health. A healthy body gives you the energy and enthusiasm to carry out the purposes that God has for your life. Practicing healthy living glorifies God.
This workbook is an invitation for you to discover for yourself the joys of treating your body with respect, learning to love yourself and connecting with God on a deeper level. You are invited to take a fresh physical and spiritual attitude on a daily basis.
You will learn that God truly cares. He is personal and He is intimate. God does listen to your prayers and is there for you. When you rely on God totally, for everything – including such things as losing a few pounds – He will bless you. God loves you and He wants you to love yourself. He did not create you to look at your body in disgust, but rather God saw all that He had made, and it was very good. (Genesis 1:31)
Each day, follow the outline provided and start with a simple prayer. Read the question in the reflection section and write your own response. At the end of the day, answer the three questions about your activity and healthy eating habits. Test your knowledge with the myth. Finally, close each day by meditating on the scripture verse.
The Fit for Faith Review is a personal record of your week. It is a self-evaluation tool that reflects your strengths and defines areas that need improvement.
You need to be faithful about doing something each day in order to realize the full potential of God’s plan for you. You are invited to develop physical well-being and grow spiritually to deepen your relationship with God. Prayer, Bible study and journal writing are to your spirit what exercise, healthy eating and stretching are to your body. 
Blessings on your journey to health!


Cardiovascular exercise & Strength training + Prayer
Think of exercise as either cardiovascular activity or strength training. Cardiovascular activity helps you to increase energy and keep moving. It is good for your heart, lungs and circulatory system. Strength training (also known as weightlifting) helps you keep your bones and muscles strong, reduces bone loss and improves balance and posture.
Prayer helps you to enter into a spiritual communion with God.
What cardiovascular exercise and strength training do for building a strong body, prayer does to build spiritual strength. Your body requires exercise and food, and it needs these things regularly. You cannot just take care of it at the beginning of the week and forget about it. Your spiritual life is similar to your physical body in that way. You cannot pray just once and have a healthy, growing spiritual life.
In strength training, you start by lifting small weights, and as you grow stronger, you can lift heavier weights. It is the same with prayer. You start by praying a short amount of time, and then as your desire grows you can spend time in prayer every day.
Just as exercise strengthens your body, prayer strengthens your spirit. Similarities between exercise and prayer include:
To be physically and spiritually healthy requires discipline. You need to practice both daily and use this strength or you will lose it.
The effects can be both immediate and/or long term. You may see the results right away or the effects can be cumulative.
Both exercise and prayer improve balance in your life, improve your quality of life and boost your mood.
With a pure motive, both delight God.