Together New York City surgeon Paul Branson and his wife, Nicki, had a dream: to help the people of the African bush. After Nicki’s untimely death, Paul decides to honor her memory and carry on alone. In South Sudan, he channels grief into hope, caring for villagers and working to save Leza, a little girl with leukemia who has captured his heart.
Meanwhile, Jason Quinn, terrorist leader of the Lord’s Resistance Army, has deadly plans for the people of South Sudan. But he needs information to carry out his plot—information from research Paul did for the US government years ago. Quinn will stop at nothing to obtain this secret intelligence, even kidnap a dying child. Now, in order to save the ailing Leza and stop a genocide, Paul must go beyond his medical training to journey into a world of brutal terrorism and global intrigue. With only instinct and his faith as guides, how far will he go to save the lives of thousands?
A well-constructed, immersive adventure set in Central Africa.
A beautifully crafted novel rich in detail, adventure and spirit. Donald Brobst is a new writer to watch.
Robert Dugoni #1 Amazon and NY Times Bestselling Author of My Sister’s Grave
Don Brobst weaves together his medical expertise, passion for mission work, and strong writing to create a story you won’t soon forget.
—Steven James, bestselling author of Every Crooked Path
It is rare in the world of fiction for a new novelist to pen a book so sensitive, so powerful, so unforgettable. Donald Brobst weaves a story that proves the point: one man, despite overwhelming odds and personal danger, can make a lasting difference in the world. This is a novel that shouldn’t be missed.
—Alton Gansky, author of Wounds
Twelve men lay motionless on their beds in the makeshift barrack. Charles Manning stood in the doorway in disbelief as the stench closed his nostrils. But it wasn’t death he smelled. It was the chemicals and vomit. He turned in disgust to leave the room, but Quinn’s massive frame blocked his exit.
“You didn’t come to Africa to leave so quickly. So tell me, Doctor . . . how many of these men do you think are still alive?” Quinn gripped Manning’s shoulders with his enormous hands and spun him to face the test subjects as they lay before him. “How many?”…