The Circle Series 4-in-1: The Complete Series Including Black, Red, White, and Green($25.82Value)

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Discover the transformative power of Ted Dekker's The Circle Series, an epic fantasy that takes you on a mesmerizing journey through parallel worlds filled with danger, love, and the eternal battle between good and evil. This edition combines the riveting narratives of Black, Red, White, and Green into 1 volume, where the boundary between reality and dreams blur for the protagonist, Thomas Hunter. In this a dual-world saga, Thomas, a simple coffeehouse worker in one realm, becomes a valiant general in another, leading the valiant Circle against looming catastrophes Every time he falls asleep in one reality, he wakes in the other--and both worlds are facing catastrophic disaster. In one world, Thomas must race to outwit sadistic terrorists intent on creating a global pandemic by releasing an unstoppable virus. In the other, far into the future, a forbidden love could forever destroy the Circle's ragtag resistance. Thomas can bridge both worlds, but he quickly realizes that he may not be able to save either. In this mind-bending adventure, the fate of both worlds now rests on his ability to shift realities through his dreams--and somehow, find a way to change history. Ted Dekker excels in crafting a narrative rich with allegorical depth and spiritual introspection, making The Circle Series a profound exploration of faith, redemption, and the human spirit. This exclusive hardcover edition offers a bonus alternate ending to Green and an enlightening author interview, providing fans with deeper insights into the series' creation and themes. THE CIRCLE SERIES By TED DEKKER Thomas Nelson Copyright © 2009 Ted Dekker All right reserved. ISBN: 978-1-59554-792-7 Contents Black.................................................1Red...................................................419White.................................................805Green (with new alternate ending).....................1181Bonus: original ending of Green.......................1577An Interview with Ted Dekker..........................1591 Chapter One BLACK THE BIRTH OF EVIL Switzerland CARLOS MISSIRIAN was his name. One of his many names. Born in Cyprus. The man who sat at the opposite end of the long dining table, slowlycutting into a thick red steak, was Valborg Svensson. One of his many,many names. Born in hell. They ate in near-perfect silence thirty feet from each other in a darkhall hewn from granite deep in the Swiss Alps. Black iron lamps along thewalls cast a dim amber light through the room. No servants, no other furniture,no music, no one except Carlos Missirian and Valborg Svensson seatedat the exquisite dining table. Carlos sliced the thick slab of beef with a razor-sharp blade andwatched the flesh separate. Like the parting of the Red Sea. He cut again,aware that the only sound in this room was of two serrated knives cuttingthrough meat into china, severing fibers. Strange sounds if you knew whatto listen for. Carlos placed a slice in his mouth and bit firmly. He didn't look up atSvensson, although the man was undoubtedly staring at him, at his face—atthe long scar on his right cheek—with those dead black eyes of his.Carlos breathed deep, taking time to enjoy the coppery taste of the filet. Very few men had ever unnerved Carlos. The Israelis had taken care ofthat early in his life. Hate, not fear, ruled him, a disposition he found usefulas a killer. But Svensson could unnerve a rock with a glance. To say thatthis beast put fear in Carlos would be an overstatement, but he certainlykept Carlos awake. Not because Svensson presented any physical threat tohim; no man really did. In fact, Carlos could, at this very moment, sendthe steak knife in his hands into the man's eye with a quick flip of his wrist.Then what prompted his caution? Carlos wasn't sure. The man wasn't really a beast from hell, of course. He was a Swiss-bornbusinessman who owned half the banks in Switzerland and half the pharmaceuticalcompanies outside the United States. True, he had spent morethan half his life here, below the Swiss Alps, stalking around like a cagedanimal, but he was as human as any other man who walked on two legs.And, at least to Carlos, as vulnerable. Carlos washed the meat down with a sip of dry Chardonnay and let hiseyes rest on Svensson for the first time since sitting to eat. The man ignoredhim, as he almost always did. His face was badly pitted, and his noselooked too large for his head—not fat and bulbous, but sharp and narrow.His hair, like his eyes, was black, dyed. Svensson stopped cutting midslice, but he did not look up. The roomfell silent. Like statues, they both sat still. Carlos watched him, unwillingto break off his stare. The one mitigating factor in this uncommonrelationship was the fact that Svensson also respected Carlos. Svensson suddenly set down his knife and fork, dabbed at his mustacheand lips with a serviette, stood, and walked toward the door. He movedslowly, like a sloth, fav