In the nail-biting, edge-of-your-seat styles of Ted Dekker and Frank Peretti! Could there be more than meets the eye in the handsome and charming Gage who has won over Heather's friend, Jillian? Sixteen-year-old Heather is a girl who just wants to fit in and have fun. But one night of breaking the rules sets into motion a terrifying series of events that launches her into a mystery that has at its heart an ancient evil. Pulled into a world of darkness and fear that will nearly destroy her, her family, and her faith, can light yet overcome the darkness? What people are saying about Crimson Harvest: "Wow... Expertly written." "Crimson Harvest is a fascinating work...." "The plot is well thought out and riveting dialogue sets the scene...." "This is a powerful read."
Thom Mollohan is an author, speaker, writer, teacher, pastor (of a wonderful family of Believers in Pathway Community Church!), former campus minister, previous church planter… blah, blah, blah. What he is especially proud of being, however, is a father to four awesome kids and a husband to an amazing woman! What he is most unworthy of being called is that of child and servant of God (Ephesians 3:8). Thom is the author of THE FAIRY TALE PARABLES (Classic Fairy Tales Pointing to God's Love and Truth), CRIMSON HARVEST (a Christian thriller novel on the power of God’s grace to overcome darkness), and A HEART AT HOME WITH GOD (a collection of "kingdom of God lessons" learned in the context of family life.
We are constantly making choices all day, every day. What we choose (even in the "small things") reveals the orientation of our hearts. Are we living lives that sow to eternity the fruits that we want for eternity? Or are we sowing such things that will leave us in eternity with only a harvest of regret and sorrow?
"Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows, that will he also reap." - Galatians 6:7 ESV
Heather and Jillian trotted down the sidewalk and could see that a huge crowd was already assembled on the sidewalk in front of the broad entrance of The Harvest Club. They came to a halt about a dozen feet from the line of people, their eyes drinking in the sight before them. On the sign above the doorway gleamed a neon-red farmer’s sickle with the arc of its blade extending until it formed an entire circle with the words “The Harvest Club“ in its center glowing in eerie contrast to the surrounding yellow streetlights.