"SPELLBINDING, SOUL-ENRICHING!" This book should come with a WARNING label! I couldn't put it down! The author's ability to write a spellbinding and thought-provoking plotline with interesting characters whom you come to care about, is unparalleled. As a woman who doesn't often pick up science fiction novels, I found The Shiloh Project enjoyable, fascinating and soul-enriching. Something I can't say about much of today's literature. It is obvious to the reader that David Beaucage put a lot of research and thought into his book. As a man of science, mathematics and God, Mr. Beaucage has written a fun, Bible-based, time-travel book, chock full of romance, computers and formulas that, if you're not careful, could change your life forever! He's written about faith without being preachy, love without being mushy, and math without being DULL. Trust me, you'll love this book!-- Heather Cleaver"Faith and Science Together At Last!" Finally a man of science and learning has written a novel which creatively weaves faith and a plausibly extrapolated science (the best science fiction) into a story of romance and adventure. The level of vocabulary and the brief use of science and math challenge the reader without intimidating. I found myself totally convinced of the possibility of time travel. As with all romances, the ability of love to overcome obstacles is once again a major key to the plot. All hopeless romantics and adventure addicts will want to read this.-- Patty Gordon
And here's how it begins...
Sudden light compressed his eyes to a red squint.
He was aware of blasting heat prickling his armpits, the grit of sand against bare skin, the stink of fear. And silence. The sound of open, empty air, broken by a woman's voice, shaking, on edge: "Mel? What..."
Rolling to his other side, half-sitting, he shaded his eyes, sand adhering to his forearm, crumbs of it falling on his lap.
Ruth Foster crouched there on half-buried hands and bare knees, wide eyes peering through skeins of black hair that hung to curl on the sand. Sweat trickled down the V of her throat.
God! She looked so vulnerable, so ... young ... not a bit like the smart, capable mathematician he knew she was ... like she was only a minute ago. Embarrassed, he looked away. Another innocent in my care. God, not again!
"What ... happened to us?"
He could not speak, could hardly think. Tasting salt, he licked the corner of his mouth. Already he felt the sun burning his exposed skin.
Air moved behind him. Ruth's sand-encrusted hand reached past his eyes, touched his cheek, not gently turned his head. "Mel!" It was almost a shriek.
"Wait...let me think..."
"Wait? I'm burning up! Why is it daylight? Where's the airport? How did we get here?"
"Hold it! Good God. Look, how long since you slept?"
"I think I have every right to be--"
"We dozed off, or--No! That slimy waiter slipped us a mickey. Then they kidnapped us and dumped us in the desert."
"Why?"
"How should I know? 'Cause I'm a Jew. Got a better explanation?"
"There must be one, that one stinks. No drug in the world could do that. One second we're sitting over coffee, it's midnight in Baghdad--"
"Where we had no business being in the first place."
"But at least we know how we got there. The next second, dumped in the sand--Oh, it's hot!--Where's all our stuff?"
A light breeze caught a piece of paper and turned it over. Lunging for it, Mel now noticed their papers, pens and flight bags baking in the sand behind them. "See if everything's here."
"My luggage...my clothes..." she moaned, rummaging through her purse. "That's crazy! They left all my cash."
"Bought my theory, huh?"
"Well... Look, let's get someplace cool. Quick. I can't think with a fried brain."
Brushing off sand, they pulled themselves to their feet.
Mel looked around. "Not so quick."
They stood on the highest point for miles, a flat sandblown rock thirty feet above the general level of a yellow-brown desert that stretched to the horizon on all sides.
What was that? Mel pointed to a dark green line on the horizon in the direction of his short shadow. "Could that be some shade?"
"We've had it, if that's the closest--"
"Ruth, it's our only chance. Come on."
Hefting her flight bag, Ruth paused. "Wait." She squatted, unzipped it.
Mel watched her pull out a cotton miniskirt and stretch the elastic waistband around her brow. Tucking a loose strand of hair back under the fabric, she anchored it with a bobby pin. "Instant burnoose."
That's more like it, he thought. "Good idea."
"You must have something."
"My miniskirts are all too big around the waist."
She grinned, a sight to gladden his heart. We're not dead yet! "Come on, let's get down off this rock."...
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"A real page turner.
"Calculus, computerese, Hebrew and Greek, research into ancient civilizations: out of these solemn-seeming ingredients David Beaucage has fashioned a fast-paced and light-hearted romp through the centuries in the company of three winsome young companions.
"The best surprise of this surprising book, though, is its timeliness today. As we race with our three heroes from one suspenseful life-and-death adventure to the next, we find ourselves on a spiritual journey, too, a journey to the timeless truths of the Christian faith.
"David Beaucage gives readers a real run for their money."-- Elizabeth SherrillContributing Editor, GuidepostsMore Readers' Comments