White
You've heard about the critical raves,
but here's what real readers are saying about
The Books of History Chronicles
(Black, Red, White, Showdown, Saint)
on Amazon.com
This trilogy is a MUST READ!
Suspenseful, insightful, fast-paced, and certainly lifeimpacting.
Ted Dekker is a master of bringing Truth close to home, in a way that causes us
the readers to see and feel it in a fresh way.
D. Guimaraes (Pittsburgh, PA USA)
Whew, ok I've read all three books in the Circle Trilogy back to back and all I can say is
man what a ride.
Ted Dekker has to be one of our generations great story tellers
, this
story of Thomas Hunter's fight to save mankind from a terrible virus intended to destroy the
world is sure to become a Christian fiction classic much like Lewis's “Narnia” Series and
Frank Perretti's “This Present Darkness”.
Todd Sullivan (Mount Vernon, WA)
This was the first book by Ted Dekker that I've ever read. It was all I needed to be hooked
for life!
Ted Dekker has a way with words and storytelling that not many authors
have anymore
. He draws you in and you have to make yourself stop for daily functions
such as eating and occasional breathing!
J. Hosmer (South Carolina)
I cannot say enough good things about this book and series
. It can change how you think.
If a book can do that it is an amazing thing. I recommend it without reservation. The
Circle Trilogy was my first Ted Dekker book, but it will not be the last.
Teresa L. Wilkinson (Parkersburg, WV USA)
This guy is truly amazing. He's written straight novels, romance thrillers, psychological suspense,
and now a fantasy thriller. He stretches and stretches, yet never becomes distorted,
uneven, or sloppy.
I suspect that a generation from now, Dekker's writings will be essential
reading for those who wish to study spiritually motivated literature
.
Tommy C Ellis (Federal Way, WA United States)
Absolutely a terrific trilogy!
I got the first book, “Black” from the library, and when I finished
it and realized it was a trilogy, ordered all three books the same day...next day!
Incredible book full of drama, mystery, and beautiful love stories...both for people and God.
You won't regret reading them...
June A. Halladay (Florida)
This may be one of my top 5 books of all time
. The whole thing was engaging and out-standing.
There was no lull anywhere. Each page and each chapter had interesting things
happening. I've since read other's of Ted's including Red, White, Heaven's Wager, and Three.
All awesome.
Sgun73 (Carmel, IN)
This is the first of a trilogy - but don't be intimidated by the fact that you must read three
books to journey through all of Dekker's tale.
This is an incredible fantasy, written with
such a furious pace that it is hard to put down.
I was wise enough to not start any of the
three books until I had all of them - unfortunately for my wife I did have all of them when
I started reading them, and I just went from one to the next to the final one. Incredible!
Zachary Jones (Wake Forest, NC)
I am addicted to great story telling. Ted Dekker is now my main drug dealer
. I'm
halfway through Red, the second book of the Circle Trilogy, and have now put Mr.
Dekker in my pantheon with Robert Jordan, Stephen Lawhead, C. S. Lewis and
Professor Tolkien. This guy writes literary heroine.
Mike Vickers (Centreville, Alabama)
WHITE
teddekker.com
DEK
K
ER FANTASY
BOOKS OF HISTORY CHRONICLES
THE LOST BOOKS
Chosen
Infidel
Renegade
(MAY 2008)
Chaos
(MAY 2008)
THE CIRCLE TRILOGY
Black
Red
White
PROJECT SHOWDOWN
Showdown
Saint
Sinner
(OCTOBER 2008)
Skin
House
(with Frank Peretti)
DEK
K
ER MYSTERY
Blink of an Eye
MARTYR'S SONG SERIES
Heaven's Wager
When Heaven Weeps
Thunder of Heaven
The Martyr's Song
THE CALEB BOOKS
Blessed Child
A Man Called Blessed
DEK
K
ER THRILLER
THR3E
Obsessed
Adam
(APRIL 2008)
© 2004 Ted Dekker
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, organizations, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Dekker, Ted, 1962â
White : the great pursuit / by Ted Dekker.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-8499-1792-9 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-59554-011-9 (international)
ISBN 978-1-59554-035-5 (trade paper)
ISBN 978-1-59554-435-3 (repackage)
I. Title.
PS3554.E43W485 2004
813'.6âdc22
2004010579
Printed in the United States of America
07 08 09 10 11 RRD 5 4 3 2 1
For my children.
May they always remember
what lies behind the veil.
DEKKER UNLEASHES HIS MOST RIVETING NOVEL YET
Dear Reader,
Thomas Hunter's story begins in
Black,
Book One of The Circle Trilogy, and continues in
Red,
Book Two. If you've yet to read
Black
and
Red,
I strongly encourage you to start there.
White
is far richer once you've fully experienced Thomas's prior journeys into two realities. There are numerous plot twists that deserve grounding before you plunge into the pages ahead.
Once you've read
Black
and
Red,
you're ready to step into
White.
But be forewarned: nothing will prepare youâor Thomasâfor what awaits him in this conclusion to the epic trilogy.
Publisher,
Thomas Nelson Fiction
Finley, population 543. That's what the sign read.
Finley, population 0. That's what the sign could very well read in two weeks, Mike Orear thought.
He stood on the edge of town, hot wind blowing through his hair, fighting a gnawing fear that the gray buildings erected along these vacated streets were tombstones waiting for the dead. The town had bustled with nearly three thousand residents before he'd gone off to school in North Forks and become a football star.
The last time he'd visited, two years earlier, the population had dwindled to under a thousand. Now, just over five hundred. One of countless dying towns scattered across America. But this one was special.
This was the town where his mother, Nancy Orear, lived. His father, Carl, and his only sister, Betsy, too. None of them knew he'd come. They'd talked every day since he'd broken the news of the Raison Strain, but yesterday Mike had come to the terrible conclusion that talking was no longer enough.
He had to see them again. Before they died. And before the march on Washington ramped up.
Mike left his car, slung his jacket over his shoulder, and walked up Central Avenue's sidewalk. He wanted to see without being seen, which, in Finley, was easier done on foot than in a flashy car. But there wasn't a soul in sight. Not one.
He wondered how much they knew about the virus. As much as he did, of course. They were glued to their sets at this moment, waiting for word of a breakthrough, like every other American.
His feet felt numb. Working 24/7 around the studio in Atlanta, he had thought of himself as a crusader on the front lines of this mess, slashing the way to the truth. Stirring the hearts of a million viewers, giving them hope. Breathing life into America. But his drive north along deserted highways awakened him to a new reality.
America was already dying. And the truth was killing them.
The truth that they were about to die, regardless of what the frantic talking heads said. Middle America was too smart to believe that grasping at straws was anything more than just that.
His feet crunched on the dust-blown pavement. Citizens State Bank loomed on his right.
Closed, the sign said. Not a soul.
He'd once held an account at this bank. Saved up his first forty dollars to buy the old blue Schwinn off Toby. And where was Toby today? Last he'd heard, his friend had taken a job in Los Angeles, defying his fear of earthquakes. Today earthquakes were the least of Toby's worries.
The sign in the window of Finley Lounge said it was openâthe one establishment probably booming as a result of the crisis. For some the news would go down better with beer.
Mike walked by, unnerved by the thought of going in and meeting someone he might know. He wanted to talk to his mother and his father and Betsy, no one else. In a small inexplicable way, he somehow felt responsible for the virus, though simply letting America in on the dirty little secret that they were all doomed hardly qualified him.
