The pattern was wrong somehow, triggering instincts honed by years of survival in a system…
My name is Brigadier General Raza Amadi. For 28 years, I served the Islamic Revolutionary…
The bone fragments are aligning on their own without surgical intervention. Your heart, which should…
It would be career suicide. What little career I had left. It would likely alienate…
“That was too close,” he said quietly. Ellen nodded, removing the glasses with shaking hands.…
Ellen and William found work, found community, found something approaching normal life. They rented a…
Shalom. My name is Yonatan Shamir. Until 3 months ago, I was the Minister of…
In Georgia, historical societies preserve the memory of their escape and their later return. Their…
They held a sword to my neck and demanded I deny Jesus or die in…
Ellen reached into the pocket of her coat, fingers brushing the coins William had carefully…