The Remnant
Chapter One
RAYFORD STEELE had endured enough brushes with death to know that the cliche was
more than true: Not only did your life flash before your mind's eye, but your
senses were also on high alert. As he knelt awkwardly on the unforgiving red
rock of the city of Petra in ancient Edom, he was aware of everything,
remembered everything, thought of everything and everybody.
Despite the screaming Global Community fighter-bombers-larger than any he had
ever seen or even read about-he heard his own concussing heart and wheezing
lungs. New to the robe and sandals of an Egyptian, he tottered on sore knees and
toes. Rayford could not bow his head, could not tear his eyes from the sky and
the pair of warheads that seemed to grow larger as they fell.
Beside him his dear compatriot, Abdullah Smith, prostrated himself, burying his
head in his hands. To Rayford, Smitty represented everyone he was responsible
for-the entire Tribulation Force around the world. Some were in Chicago, some in
Greece, some with him in Petra. One was in New Babylon. And as the Jordanian
groaned and leaned into h ... read full excerpt from: The Remnant: Left Behind #10 ebook
