Book of Dreams

Zusatztext "The Book of Dreams is wonderful. Davis Bunn has created a literary delight that underscores the power of God's word. A page-turner with an inspiring supernatural element. I could not put this down." Anne Graham Lotz! bestselling author! Just Give Me Jesus Informationen zum Autor Davis Bunn is the author of numerous national bestsellers in genres spanning historical sagas, contemporary thrillers, and inspirational gift books. He has received widespread critical acclaim, including three Christy Awards for excellence in fiction, and his books have sold more than six million copies in sixteen languages. He and his wife, Isabella, are affiliated with Oxford University, where Davis serves as writer in residence at Regent's Park College. He lectures internationally on the craft of writing. Klappentext Bunn delivers a thrilling novel about a psychologist whose psychic gifts are unleashed when she has to rely on an ancient manuscript to interpret the dreams of a mysterious client. As Elena's own dreams take a dramatic turn, she wonders how she can better understand and fulfill the will of God.Book of Dreams 1 Teddy Wainwright was a very happy man. Not many people had the chance to reinvent themselves at the ripe old age of sixty-three. He finished typing his resignation, hit the Send button, and gave a satisfied sigh. Shirley would be so proud of him. His young aide set the photographs of Teddy's wife and daughters into the last crate. That's the lot, sir. Thank you again for your help. Teddy slipped his aide a letter. He had been up until almost dawn, working and reworking the words. There was so much to pack into a few paragraphs. The envelope bore his wife's name. Nothing more. Here, put this on top. No problem, sir. His aide set the envelope in the box and fitted on the lid. I'd just like to say again how sorry I am you're going. That makes two of us. His secretary of nineteen years walked through his open door and waved the multiple copies of his formal resignation. This is so hot it must be radioactive. Teddy Wainwright signed each letter in turn. This is also a long time coming. Your daughter's on the phone. Put her through. He reached over his desk and shook his aide's hand. I wish you every success in your new position. I could come with you, sir. Matter of fact, I'd like to. You're better off here. Teddy had rewarded the young man's loyalty by promoting him to a junior vice presidency. The legislation required to formally start the financial oversight commission is months off. Until then, I'll be cooling my heels in Washington. Which is why I haven't even invited my secretary to join me. Yet. I'm a patient guy. You should know that by now. If or when things get going, I'll give you a call, see if you're still interested. Teddy lifted the receiver, waved his former aide through the door, and said to his elder child, Perfect timing. You really did it? The letters are winging their way to the board and the papers as we speak. Mom must be so thrilled. Teddy Wainwright turned and stared at the spot where his wife's photograph had sat since he had become president of the Centurion Bank seven years earlier. His throat was so tight he found himself unable to respond. His daughter asked, When are you giving the speech? Teddy checked his watch, though there was no need. He had been counting the minutes for a month. Longer. Five hours. I called because I wanted you to know Sis and I are here together and we'll be praying for you. He had to clear his throat twice before he could say, Thank you, ho...

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Davis Bunn is the author of numerous national bestsellers in genres spanning historical sagas, contemporary thrillers, and inspirational gift books. He has received widespread critical acclaim, including three Christy Awards for excellence in fiction, and his books have sold more than six million copies in sixteen languages. He and his wife, Isabella, are affiliated with Oxford University, where Davis serves as writer in residence at Regent’s Park College. He lectures internationally on the craft of writing.

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Bunn delivers a thrilling novel about a psychologist whose psychic gifts are unleashed when she has to rely on an ancient manuscript to interpret the dreams of a mysterious client. As Elena's own dreams take a dramatic turn, she wonders how she can better understand and fulfill the will of God.

Résumé
For Dr. Elena Burroughs, life is divided into two chapters—before and after the death of her husband. Today marks the point that her span of being a wife is equal to her span of being a widow. Even her success as a psychologist and her worldwide acclaim for a book on the interpretation of dreams is dimmed by an unspoken If only. Then a new patient arrives, one so private only her first name is given. Impeccably dressed and escorted by two bodyguards, Sandra recounts a frightening series of recurrent nightmares. Elena agrees to consider her case more carefully, convinced that something ominous may be at work here. Elena's interpretation of her dreams confirms that, indeed, the new patient and her family confront a powerful global network of dangerous forces. As the story unfolds, they face a key question of the Christian life: How do you understand and fulfill the will of God?

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Book of Dreams

1

Teddy Wainwright was a very happy man. Not many people had the chance to reinvent themselves at the ripe old age of sixty-three. He finished typing his resignation, hit the Send button, and gave a satisfied sigh. Shirley would be so proud of him.

His young aide set the photographs of Teddy’s wife and daughters into the last crate. “That’s the lot, sir.”

“Thank you again for your help.” Teddy slipped his aide a letter. He had been up until almost dawn, working and reworking the words. There was so much to pack into a few paragraphs. The envelope bore his wife’s name. Nothing more. “Here, put this on top.”

“No problem, sir.” His aide set the envelope in the box and fitted on the lid. “I’d just like to say again how sorry I am you’re going.”

“That makes two of us.” His secretary of nineteen years walked through his open door and waved the multiple copies of his formal resignation. “This is so hot it must be radioactive.”

Teddy Wainwright signed each letter in turn. “This is also a long time coming.”

“Your daughter’s on the phone.”

“Put her through.” He reached over his desk and shook his aide’s hand. “I wish you every success in your new position.”

“I could come with you, sir. Matter of fact, I’d like to.”

“You’re better off here.” Teddy had rewarded the young man’s loyalty by promoting him to a junior vice presidency. “The legislation required to formally start the financial oversight commission is months off. Until then, I’ll be cooling my heels in Washington. Which is why I haven’t even invited my secretary to join me. Yet.”

“I’m a patient guy. You should know that by now.”

“If or when things get going, I’ll give you a call, see if you’re still interested.” Teddy lifted the receiver, waved his former aide through the door, and said to his elder child, “Perfect timing.”

“You really did it?”

“The letters are winging their way to the board and the papers as we speak.”

“Mom must be so thrilled.”

Teddy Wainwright turned and stared at the spot where his wife’s photograph had sat since he had become president of the Centurion Bank seven years earlier. His throat was so tight he found himself unable to respond.…