Invitation to Lakehurst – Book Two
The greatest journeys aren’t over land or sea, they are
navigated across days of trial and tribulation, when hope is but a memory and even God seems to have turned his face away from you…
Elijah Jackson has peace in his life for the first time in years—maybe ever. But his battle with himself and the mysterious “haunted” mansion he’s living in has only just begun. Lakehurst loves its secrets and hangs onto them jealously. But if Elijah is to have any chance of “solving” himself he’s going to have to dig deep into Lakehurst’s own guarded past. The only problem is, he’s still Millie Jackson-Hugh’s only son, and if there’s one thing he’s come to believe, it’s that in the end everything Elijah touches eventually turns to failure and misery. The question is…can he finally come to believe in something besides himself?
“Private” Jedidiah Cooke is on his way to Fort Butler, North Carolina, riding alongside a man he almost killed the day they met, and probably should have. And the only reason that’s even happening is because the general in charge of the entire Indian Relocation Act decided to take pity on him; though Winfield Scott claimed it was the “most unsavory decision” he’d ever made. Jedidiah has no idea what awaits him in North Carolina; if he did, though he’d left a trail of devastation and sorrow behind him, he might have just turned around and headed back to Georgia.
The man who once fell off a mountaintop has returned; not home—the Cherokee don’t have any of those anymore. Falling Tree’s family and friends are hiding out in the remotest parts of the Blue Ridge Mountains, fighting daily for their lives and their freedom, just managing to stay one step ahead of their pursuers. But Falling Tree soon discovers that an even greater enemy is stalking his people; fear and hopelessness have seized those he loves in its crushing grasp. If he is to have any chance of saving them from the soldiers, and themselves, he’s going to have to find a way to lead them to a place they swore they’d never go—Whispering Hill, the Mountain of Sorrow, awaits.
