{"product_id":"cloak-of-the-light-isbn-9781601425027","title":"Cloak of the Light","description":"\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eDrew is caught in a world of light - just inches away from the dark\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWhat if...there was a world beyond our vision, a world just fingertips beyond our reach? What if...our world wasn’t beyond their influence?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eTragedy and heartache seem to be waiting for Drew Carter at every turn, but college offers Drew a chance to start over—until an accident during a physics experiment leaves him blind and his genius friend, Benjamin Berg, missing.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eAs his sight miraculously returns, Drew discovers that the accident has heightened his neuron activity, giving him skills and sight beyond the normal man. When he begins to observe fierce invaders that no one else can see, he questions his own sanity, and so do others. But is he insane or do the invaders truly exist?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eWith help from Sydney Carlyle, a mysterious and elusive girl who offers encouragement through her faith, Drew searches for his missing friend, Ben, who seems to hold the key to unlocking this mystery. As the dark invaders close in, will he find the truth in time?\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for\u003ci\u003e Cloak of the Light\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The invisible world gets a makeover in Chuck Black’s \u003ci\u003eCloak of the Light\u003c\/i\u003e. Often\u003cbr\u003ereading like a thriller, this fresh take on the unseen inspires and entertains in\u003cbr\u003eequal measure. Reader of all ages will enjoy this one.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Shannon Dittemore, author of the Angel Eyes trilogy\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Bring on the battle! \u003ci\u003eCloak of Light\u003c\/i\u003e is a journey you won’t quickly forget. Angels\u003cbr\u003eand demons clash in an epic story line laden with spiritual warfare. I loved\u003cbr\u003ethis book.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Heather Burch, author of Halfling series\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Over the last several years, my family and I have come to appreciate Chuck\u003cbr\u003eBlack’s works, and \u003ci\u003eCloak of Light\u003c\/i\u003e is no different.\u003ci\u003e Cloak of Light\u003c\/i\u003e is set in the\u003cbr\u003emodern world rather than the ancient times of the Kingdom Series. We have\u003cbr\u003ecome to expect two features from a Chuck Black work: allegory based in\u003cbr\u003espiritual matters and illumination of the spiritual warfare that happens around\u003cbr\u003eus every day. Many young people long for adventure, and this book has it.\u003cbr\u003eWhat I appreciate most is that adventure and spiritual battle are presented as\u003cbr\u003ecommon rather than special. As Christians, our adventure is in living for our\u003cbr\u003eLord, and this is what Chuck Black brings out so deftly in his allegories. This\u003cbr\u003eis a great book for all young people, especially young men.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003e—David Nunnery, Teach Them Diligently\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cp\u003e\u003cb\u003eCHUCK BLACK,\u003c\/b\u003e a former F-16 fighter pilot and tactical combat communications engineer, is the author of thirteen novels, including the popular Kingdom Series and The Knights of Arrethtrae series. Chuck and his wife, Andrea, have six children and live in North Dakota.\u003c\/p\u003eHis dad was gone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eForever.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrew might only be twelve, but he knew the sting of his father’s death would last a very long time—a lifetime. The pain of loss was a fresh wound to his young, unscarred heart. There were no life calluses to impede the searing ache of death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe sat there, staring at the casket, sorrow hanging heavy on his soul, threatening to pull him down to where he could not breathe. Though the sun darted between the clouds, trying to peek down from time to time, the day was a dark one. Long faces, black dresses, tears, tissues, and “Taps”—the four loneliest notes ever played on a trumpet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrew tensed up when the colonel knelt down in front of him. He struggled to look the man in the eye. He had quelled his tears, letting them spill only in the privacy of his bedroom. Here, in front of military statues made of flesh and blood, he wanted to be brave for his dad. He stared at the colonel’s whitegloved hand covering the perfectly folded flag being offered to him. His mother had asked that the flag be given to Drew, not to her. He wasn’t sure if the gesture was for her, for Drew, or for his dad. It didn’t matter.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe just wanted it over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe colonel’s deep and sober voice resonated through Drew.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This flag is presented on behalf of a grateful nation and the United States Army as a token of appreciation for your father’s honorable and faithful service.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Drew reached for the flag, he looked into the man’s eyes—and saw there the same sorrow crushing his own heart. And though he knew the words had been spoken thousands and thousands of times, Drew believed the colonel meant them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTears brimmed his eyes as he took the flag. He pursed his lips to restrain his hurt, but it didn’t help. He felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder and knew that the pain they each bore was additive in a vicious cycle that provided no escape. He leaned in to her. He had heard that time was the salve for such a wound. If that were true, Drew wished a million years could pass in an instant to separate him and his mother from the pain of his father’s death, but instead the seconds took an eternity to pass.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe day lasted forever. Drew didn’t want to feel the pain, but he didn’t want to forget his father either. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo he walked through it all, painfully aware that his life was forever, irrevocably changed. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd there was nothing he could do about it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA few days later, Drew and his mother, Kathryn, received a visit from Jake Blanchard. He had attended the funeral but was silent through its entirety.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKathryn invited him in and offered an iced tea. The raw emotions of the week were still evident as the odd trio sat in the living room in silence. Jake held his glass with both hands, either to keep it from falling or to give his hands something to do while he worked up the courage to speak.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHow ironic that a Special Forces soldier of Jake’s caliber, with years of combat training and experience, could be reduced to a hesitant, irresolute man struggling to say a few meaningful words.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrew had seen his mother have this effect on other men, for she was a beautiful woman, the kind of pretty that could not be diminished with dirt, sweat, or sorrow. In fact, the worse the condition, the more resolute her beauty shone in defiance. Her dark-brown hair usually fell loose across the right side of her olive-toned face. Deep-blue eyes framed by high brows and accentuated cheekbones captured the gaze of both men and women. Drew remembered how he’d blush when his dad talked about how beautiful she was, but he was right.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAs Drew looked across the room at Jake, he realized that his mother’s beauty was not what was causing the man’s unsettled beginning. Jake finally set the sweating glass of tea on the coffee table before him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ma’am, I’m not very good with words, but I do have a few I need to speak.” Jake dropped his gaze to the untouched tea and the ice still circling to find a resting place. His left hand massaged his right as he continued. He glanced at Drew and then back at Kathryn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Ryan and I were on a lot of missions together. We became good friends. In fact, he was the best friend I’ve ever had.” He stopped and swallowed hard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKathryn teared up. “He wrote of you, Jake.” She spoke with a sweet compassion. “I know Ryan considered you the same.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“What I’m sure he didn’t tell you was that he saved my life in Iraq. I owe\u003cbr\u003ehim everything.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKathryn dabbed her eyes with a Kleenex. Jake reached into his shirt pocket and removed a folded piece of paper.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m sure he would have wanted you to have this. It was a letter he was writing as we got called on our last duty together. He gave it to me just before—”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrew’s mother gasped, and tears streamed down her face. Jake leaned across to her, and she took the letter as though it were as precious as gold. She looked at Jake and mouthed the words \u003ci\u003ethank you.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003eJake turned to Drew. “And this is for you.” He held out his father’s Army Special Forces pin and green beret. “I know he would have wanted you to have these. He was very proud of you.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrew held the pin in one hand and the beret in the other. Despite all the pain that came flooding back, these things helped. They were one more connection to his dad.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDrew sniffed. “Thank you, sir.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJake smiled through wet eyes and nodded. He took a deep breath, as if to prep for a mission. “I don’t mean to make this difficult, ma’am, but I need you to know one more thing before I leave. I was with Ryan at the end, and he asked me to make sure that you and Drew were taken care of.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“You’ve done that for us today. We will be all right.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJake shook his head. “I promised him, ma’am, and I intend on keeping that promise.” He leaned forward and handed Kathryn another paper. “This is my address and phone number. I will be stationed here in Fort Bragg for the next six months. No matter where you are, if you need anything, call me and I\u003cbr\u003ewill be there for you and your son.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eKathryn took the paper. “Thank you. That means a lot, Jake.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe nodded, then stood up. Drew walked with his mother to the door to see Jake out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOn the porch, Jake turned. “It was an honor to serve with your husband, ma’am. He was one of those rare men of true honor and integrity.” Jake put a hand on Drew’s shoulder. “You can be very proud of your father.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe looked as if he wanted to say something else, but instead turned and left.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhen the door closed, Drew and his mother retreated to their rooms to spend time with their new treasures. Later, Drew’s mother read the letter to him. One part stated that Drew’s dad had some exciting news to share but that it was too important to share in a letter. He wanted to tell them in person. Whatever it was, it was news that was lost forever. Worse than that was how the\u003cbr\u003eletter ended…\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Please tell Drew that I miss him and that…”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat was it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNews untold and a message undelivered. The letter hurt more than it helped, but it was worth it because it was a final memory of his dad. 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