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About The Days Of Elijah
Product Description Elijah’s friends are dead, and without a miracle, he’s next. Elijah is a young prophet studying the Torah, when the soldiers of Queen Jezebel burn his school and massacre his teachers. He escapes, barely, but finds himself on the run and hunted as Queen Jezebel attempts to stamp out the worship of the Hebrew God in Israel and replace it with the worship of Ba’al. As the queen’s soldiers close in on him, Elijah discovers a little known promise in the Scroll of Deuteronomy and prays for something impossible – that God would turn the skies to bronze and stop the rain on the kingdom that has abandoned Him. And God says yes. As drought and famine grip the cloudless land of Israel, God tells Elijah to hide and sends him to the land of Tyre, to a widow and her son who are on the edge of starvation. In Tyre Elijah finds a darkness at the heart of the city, a darkness that threatens to consume Israel next. But even if he survives, will Israel listen to his warning? This is a re-imagining of the story of Elijah from the Bible. From the Author Excerpt - Reprinted by permission all rights reserved Elijah watched as the Sons of Ba'al stalked in a slow circle around their altar, knives dripping red with their own blood as a haunting chant rose towards the sky. He stared for a moment at the blaze of opulent scarlet robes. There were so many... and not all were Sidonian. That fact stung worst of all. Across the brown grass no more than twenty cubits away sat the crowd... no, not really a crowd, a multitude. People from all of Israel who'd come to Mount Carmel to ask a simple question. Who was God? The harsh wails of the priests reached a crescendo off to his left, and the crowd shrank back a step. A little boy in the front clutched his father's leg, a flicker of fear on his face. Elijah sighed and shook his head; he wanted to shout at them that there was nothing to fear, no more danger in the screams than the cawing of crows. But the truth was, outnumbered 450 to one - two if he counted God - there was still a part of him that was a little scared too. What if this didn't work? Four Years Earlier Samaria Jezebel strolled through the palace with smooth, measured steps, her skirts swishing in constant time like the beating of a timbrel. Outside she duplicated perfectly the dignified paces her mother had taught her back home. Inside though, she was a seething cauldron of anger. The Israelite servants all slid to the side as she passed, their backs pressed against the walls and eyes towards the floor. Apparently news traveled fast. The only ones without fear in their eyes were members of her own retinue. Up ahead High Priest Baltazar rounded the corner. "My Queen," he gave a curt bow, "we have him." "Where?" "This way." He led off through the maze of hallways that Jezebel had long since gotten to know like the back of her hand. It was two left turns until they arrived at a small side room. This close to the servants quarters the door mantles weren't inlaid with ivory; instead they were just white plastered stone. Unlike the boundless wealth she'd grown accustomed to as a young girl, her husband's profligacy did have limits. Two members of the royal guard stood at the door, spears held at a slight angle. They instantly stiffened when they saw her, their backs becoming just a little straighter, oval shields gripped a bit tighter. Pushing through the door, she followed Baltazar into a cramped, torch-lit room where several more of his priests and an older woman all surrounded the beaten and bloodied figure of a man bound to a chair. Jezebel's eyes narrowed when she saw him, her lips twisting in anger. "Where did you find him?" "The lower city, near the south gate." The older woman, Sisi, stepped forward. "Birkana was headed to Bethel with several of the priestesses when they found him spouting off his lie
