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THE CHILLING SUN STORY

THE CHILLING SUN FRONT COVER

THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE SEQUEL

"THE CHILLING SUN"  is here

He smiled and said, "this Second Sun may be the end of this world as we know it,  and may be like when the Savior comes. That won't be all bad; will it?
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Another quivery voice entered the fray, "If this is or even like the Second Coming, and if our hearts are not in the right place there is nothing that will protect us especially a roof, however, well constructed by men on theis earth."

---- A SUPER NOVEL----

In the late 1900’s, global warming was laughed at by many—even scientists. Now it’s 2070 and everyone has accepted the reality of global warming, the resulting ocean rise of 1.5 feet and the accompanying exaggerated weather patterns. Everything is just fine —right? Not quite—In June a giant tsunami races up the south pacific and an ocean rise of 25 feet is predicted. One third of Florida will be under water within a 30 day period. Did the mountain states escape the effects of this event? NO! The Thomas Senior Swenson extended family is caught scattered across the US and beyond.

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            THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE 

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REVIEWS

Tsunamis, earthquakes, and survival make this a definite page turner. I couldn't put the book down. The writer skillfully weaves the natural disasters of nature with the turbulence of a splintered family, culminating with an unexpected twist at the end that brings The Ultimate Sacrifice.
                                      Lisa Bouwhuis-BS

Fast-paced and thought-provoking, The Ultimate Sacrifice depicts
family's quest for things that matter most. Action packed and inspiring; a great read!
"Bookworm Extraordinaire." –Emily Steele, BS

A tapestry of events masterfully woven into the futuristic world of the mid twenty-first century. And unsuspecting ending epitomizes the Ultimate Sacrifice.
                                                      Dennis K. Engle, BS

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SNATCHES

Headline—A Joint Special Edition of the Deseret News, and The Salt Lake Tribune dated July 14, 2070, "UTAH VALLEY—A DUST BOWL OVERNIGHT! The 25 Mile Long Utah Lake Is Now History."

A FAMILY PROBLEM: A NOTE TO JULIAN FROM HIS WIFE

THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE

A SNATCH

A quivery sound emanated from Joan, “The . . . the . . . garage it’s gone and . . .”

Jim finished, “That must be what is left of the condo.”
They stood there looking at a large pile of splintered walls, roof, and furniture piled on the beach some fifty yards toward the ocean from the foundation, now bare.

ANOTHER SNATCH

Well Julian, how long did it take you to find this note? Today is June 9th. Was it just a couple of days, a week or longer? We are gone out of your life . . . well what’s new? Usually it’s you who are out of our life. Julian I can’t do this anymore—yes I still love you but you’re always gone and even when you’re here you’re not here—you know what I mean. I’ve arranged to stay with my sister and her husband in Wilmington, North Carolina for a while. Her number is . . . well you can get it off the AMAC.
Miriam
PS I’ve taken the kids—you do remember that you have two wonderful kids, don’t you?

ANOTHER SNATCH

 Julian glanced around at the committee members, seeing looks of surprise and apprehension. He jumped up, red faced, his back ramrod stiff. For the first time Vice President Warren showed a trace of anger; he put up his hand and said, “Wait Julian, doesn’t your report say that the large meteor may not even hit the earth? I think the word ‘possible’ was in the wording, was it not?”

ANOTHER SNATCH

George Merrill stared up at the ceiling with glassy eyes, on-ly momentarily and then his eyes closed.

Mary Anne spoke sharply, “We were told he was okay, just drunk, but he’s obviously more than just drunk. We want him in a hospital and examined thoroughly.”
Thomas Junior’s face hardened as he struggled to control his temper. His voice hoarse and ragged said, “We want him moved from here to a hospital and with a real doctor, not some kid EMT with the plaything they call a scanner—and now—not two minutes from now!”

ANOTHER SNATCH

Even at his age, Jim slept well. He woke up realizing that it was light. He could see tree shadows on the tent and could hear the rustle of a small breeze as it wandered through the foliage. He sat up and looked at his watch, which indicated 9:49 AM, June 11. He yawned and lay back down and mumbled, “This feels too good to get up.”

A sleepy voice close by said, “What is that you said, Jim, are you awake?”

“Yes, and it’s late. I think we slept in . . . did y . . .”

He only got that far when an abrupt, loud, watery, crashing roar cut him off. The tent trembled and quivered as if in fear.