The Blood of the Lord — W.A. Harbinson

ANNA LANSING wanted God. She'd just had a dream in which His light, shining upon her, had made her feel whole. She had that dream often... TOM BEALE wanted Anna. He'd often dreamed about her - seeing her as an angel descending from heaven, unreal in dazzling light. He had that dream often... STEVE McLEAN wanted money. He needed it badly. He knew this when he looked out the window of the train that was taking him through desolate flatlands to Trinity, East Texas. It didn't look too good out there. JACK LOMAX was desperate. He was the Mayor of Trinity, but the town was dying off... and to make matters worse there was Anna Lansing and her mother - one voluptuous, though mysteriously ill; the other crippled and violently protective. That could explain a few things. "I see somebody's future," Larry said when Anna came toward him, "and I fear for the future. Any volunteers, guys?" There were no volunteers... THEN THE PALMS OF ANNA'S HANDS STARTED BLEEDING AND EVERYTHING CHANGED...