Dreamers

“Prolific novelist Hunt knows how to hold a reader’s interest, and her latest yarn is no exception…Hunt packs the maximum amount of drama into her story, and the pages turn quickly. The present tense narration lends urgency as the perspective switches among various characters. Readers may decide to take the stairs after finishing this thriller.”

— Publishers Weekly on The Elevator

“Christy Award and Holt Medallion winner Hunt skillfully builds tension and keeps the plot well paced and not overly melodramatic.”

— Library Journal on The Elevator

“Angela Hunt has over three million copies of her award-winning novels in print today, and this poignant tale about breast cancer will only help to make the number rise. Jonah and Jacquelyn are both strong characters, and the medical terminology is well-written without confusing the reader. Both must learn to trust in a God they weren’t sure really cared about them anymore, and ultimately find that God’s grace will see them through.”

— Romance Junkies on A Time to Mend

“Only a skillful novelist could create such a multilayered, captivating portrait of Mary Magdalene…Hunt’s attention to detail in her historical research, combined with her bright imagination, fills in the sketchy biographical facts and creates a fascinating and convincing Magdalene. First-rate biblical fiction.”

— Library Journal on Magdalene

LEGACIES OF THE ANCIENT RIVER

Refreshed Version, Newly Revised By Author

TUYA

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

POTIPHAR

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

SAGIRA

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

YOSEF

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

MENKHEPRURE, PHARAOH TUTHMOSIS IV

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

AMENHOTEP III

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

For Gary

But I, being poor, have only my dreams;

I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

— “He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”

William Butler Yeats

And they said one to another, Behold, this dreamer cometh. Come now therefore, and let us slay him, and cast him into some pit, and we will say, Some evil beast hath devoured him: and we shall see what will become of his dreams.

Genesis 37:19–20

Dothan

T he collision of bones and rock stopped his fall.

He did not immediately lose consciousness, but gasped in the depths of the narrow cistern, his limbs and tongue and vision paralyzed by shock and a wave of unspeakable horror. Murder had gleamed in their eyes. Did they truly hate him so much?

Pinpricks of pain ripped along every nerve of his body, and after a moment of senseless suppression Yosef released the scream clawing in his throat. The sound echoed through the rock-walled cistern and grew into a chorus of agonized cries. From somewhere above him, his brothers heard. And laughed.

Familiar voices, crackling sharply in hostility, came spiraling down from the mouth of the cavern. “Hear that? The dreamer is not hurt badly enough. We should have found a deeper pit.”

“The brat isn’t so high and mighty now. Yet just last month he had visions of authority and power!”

“They were but the dreams of a seventeen-year-old, for all youths think themselves invincible and immortal. Even you, Dan, were of such a mind when you were his age.”

“Dan never had the gall to predict that even our father would bow down to him. Yet our father scrapes before the boy already, he gives Yosef everything—”

“We should kill him, I tell you. If he survives, this talebearer will run to our father. He’ll take even our birthrights, for he is the pampered favorite—”

“Yehuda is right, our father sides with the would-be king in every argument. Have you noticed how the old man smiles at him? My stomach churns when I think of it. My own son is older, stronger and better-favored, and yet—”

“I despise his pride, as do you.” Re’uven’s voice quieted the others and echoed in the pit. Listening below, the boy bit his lip in an effort to quiet his involuntary moaning as Re’uven continued: “I, too, have reason to hate him. I should receive the first-born’s inheritance, but I know our father will honor this stripling with the largest share of his goods. But we are of the same flesh. I cannot kill him, and neither can you.”