The Unfallen (The Unfallen Series #1)
The Unfallen (The Unfallen Series #1)
Judah Lamb
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Can a fallen angel be saved?
The last thing Landon Walker remembered was a blinding light.
Now, he's in a field, with no memory of who he is, where he came from, or anything about his past.
All he has are the clothes on his back and a wallet in his pocket.
But when Landon starts healing the sick and performing miracles, he attracts the attention of both the heavenly and the demonic.
Hunted by demons and shadowed by angels, Landon begins to realize that he's much more than just some "John Doe."
He's the Unfallen, and the fate of the world may rest in his hands.
The Unfallen is the first book in this fast-paced, action-packed Christian suspense series. Fans of novels by Frank Peretti, like This Present Darkness, or fans of Terry Pratchett's and Neil Gaiman's Good Omens, will fall in love with Landon Walker. An action-packed redemption story.
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Chapter 1
The stranger’s face staring back at him was his own. He blinked at himself. Twice. Then three times. He touched his face. The stranger mimicked his every move. It was definitely his face.
The phone he’d found in his pocket recognized him. It turned on when it saw him. Why couldn’t he recognize himself?
Why can’t I remember anything?
“The bright light,” he said out loud, his own voice as strange to him as his image on the phone. He tried to rewind his thoughts, to think about what happened before he saw the light. It was like running into a wall.
Nothing. I remember nothing. Where did that light come from?
He had a lot of questions. But the one that troubled him the most…
Who am I?
The vast field stretched out in all directions, with towering corn stalks as far as he could see. The rosy light of dawn blurred his vision, and the stalks closed in around him like prison bars.
Where am I?
He tugged at his tattered shirt, feeling the rough fabric against his skin. It clung to him like a second skin, dirty and torn. Panic rose. His stomach growled.
“Think…” His voice rasped. Was it always like that? A natural hoarseness? Or had something happened that made it like that. How long had he been asleep? Had someone attacked him?
“What happened to me?”
Nothing came. No flashes of memory. Just emptiness. “My phone. There has to be something in here…”
He fumbled with the device in his hands, tapping at the screen, hoping for some clue to his identity or his past. The screen flickered to life, casting an eerie glow on his bewildered face. Icons danced before his eyes, alien yet oddly familiar. His heart drummed in his chest as he scrolled through the phone, searching for anything that might spark a memory.
He checked his messages and contacts. Blank. Who carried a phone with no history of messages or contacts? How did he even know that he should have contacts on his phone? Not that he had no knowledge at all. He just didn’t know a single thing about himself. His past…his identity…did he have a family?
He stumbled upon a photo. The gallery contained only a single image. He tapped it on his screen. A young girl with blonde hair, bright eyes and a beaming smile, her innocence radiating from the screen. Behind her was what looked like a chart, a nurse walking past in scrubs. He didn’t know why she was in the hospital, but for some reason, he knew the girl.
Emily.
The name echoed in his mind like a bell tolling.
Who was she? Why did her image stir something deep within him? How did he know her name? He checked his pockets again.
My wallet.
He opened it and pulled out the first card he saw. A Florida driver’s license. “Landon Walker.” He read the name on the license back to himself. It sounded strange on his tongue. The little picture next to his name was his face.
The license photo looked more put-together than the disheveled countenance he’d seen shining back at him in his phone minutes before. Landon put his license back in place, in front of a stack of credit cards. In another fold of the wallet, he found a key-card. The letters on one side revealed its origins: Economy Inn. Willowbrook, Kansas.
The cornfields he stood in were more Kansas than Florida. Maybe he was still there. Not far from his motel. But why had he traveled so far from home? And to the middle-of-nowhere in Kansas of all places?
He had to find the motel. If he could get back to his room and examine his belongings it could trigger something. Awaken his memories. Maybe.
But am I still in Kansas?
He could have been on the opposite side of the world. Kansas wasn’t the only place in the world where corn grew. But if he was in Kansas, he had a place to start. “Here’s praying for a little luck.”
Praying. He chuckled under his breath. Yeah right. Why did the idea of praying feel so strange? Why did it make him laugh? People pray, right?
An icy breeze shot through the cornstalks. Too cold to match the sticky, humid atmosphere Landon had known since he woke. It wasn’t natural…
Landon whipped around. A dark, shadowy presence hovered in the distance, darting with impressive speed between the cornrows.
“Hey!” Landon called out, his voice shaky. The figure didn’t respond, but it stopped and turned. It moved toward him, now, with slower, deliberate movements.
Landon’s heart pounded in his chest. Fear gripped him as he realized the figure wasn’t human; it wasn’t even solid. Its eyes blazed like twin coals.
“Who are you?” Landon’s voice cracked. He stepped back. “What do you want?”
The figure paused for a moment. Then continued its advance. It was close enough now that Landon saw the twisted sneer playing across its beastly, shifting face.
Panic surged through him, and he clutched his wallet tighter as if it were some kind of talisman. As if his credit cards could ward off the…monster…?
What else could it be?
“Stay back!” Landon warned. His head jolted left and right. This was a cornfield, not the ocean. There had to be a way out. But which way should he go? The cornfield stretched as far as he could see in every direction.
The figure’s only response was a low, guttural laugh.
Landon’s breath hitched. No more time to think. He turned and sprinted.
His heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the field, his mind struggling to catch up with the whirlwind of events. The cornstalks whipped against his face and arms, but he didn’t care. He had to get away.
A pulsing, blinding light appeared directly in front of Landon. It was too bright to make out any details of the being’s form, but it towered over him at least three or four times his own height. Two immense wings unfurled from the creature’s back, as radiant as the rest of its body.
“RUN, FASTER BROTHER!”
The voice was deep, its timbre smooth and flawless. It held a strange power. As if the very tenor of his voice said trust me. Why did this mysterious being refer to him as a brother? If the thing intended him harm it wouldn’t have told him to run.
The winged being left the ground and passed over Landon’s head. A shriek behind him—was it the creature of light or shadows?
He didn’t turn to look. He only obeyed. He ran.
Landon’s feet assaulted the earth, each step a desperate attempt to put distance between himself and the beings behind him.
Golden light flashed like lightning around him. Eerie shadows cast through the corn stalks. A loud boom, then another one…and another sound entirely. Like thunder and clashing steel.
Keep going…just keep running!
Every gasp of air burned his lungs, but he couldn’t stop. Not now. The adrenaline surged through his veins, propelling him onward. The cornfield seemed endless, an unyielding maze of green and gold, but he refused to slow down.
Faster, he urged himself, his legs aching with the effort. That’s what that thing said. You have to go faster.
The sound of rustling stalks grew louder behind him. Was it the wind now, or those beings fighting it out in his wake? Landon pushed harder, his muscles screaming in protest. He had no idea where he was headed, only that he needed to keep moving.
Don’t look back…
That was the rational response. Turning around, even craning his head back, could slow him down.
Although every instinct screamed at him to glance over his shoulder, the will to survive eclipsed Landon’s curiosity. He focused on the starry horizon, hoping for a glimpse of something—anything—beyond this cursed field that could offer him sanctuary.
His vision blurred, sweat stinging his eyes. But he couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. He ran for his life, and nothing else mattered.
“Almost there,” he panted, though he had no clue what ‘there’ even meant. All he knew was that he had to escape, had to find safety.
And so he ran, faster and farther than he knew he could. Driven by the primal urge to survive.
Who am I? What is happening?
The recurring questions pounded in Landon’s skull as his legs churned beneath him. He couldn’t afford to slow down, couldn’t afford to think too long. The dark figure haunted his thoughts, a shadow he couldn’t shake.
Why me?
His mind screamed. He stumbled but caught himself, adrenaline spiking anew. Behind him, the corn rustled—a sinister symphony chasing him through the field.
That winged creature…it had called him brother. Why? Landon’s legs burned, each stride a battle against exhaustion.
A cramp settled into his side. His lungs were on fire. Still, he couldn’t let up. Not given what he’d seen…
Finally, he could see past the cornrows. A faint glimmer of lights. A town.
Safety, he thought, barely daring to hope. Was it enough to protect him from the horrors in the field? The word hung in his mind like a lifeline. Answers might be there, too.
“Almost…there,” he panted, forcing his body to obey. A dirt road stretched from the edge of the cornfield leading in the direction of the town. He pushed harder, muscles screaming. The town’s outline grew clearer, details emerging through the twilight haze.
Eventually, his body reached its limit. The world spun. He had to slow down. He had to breathe. Water…need water…
One step after the next. One step closer to refuge. One step further from…
An illuminated sign loomed ahead. Words adorned by painted lilies, framed by cornstalks: “Welcome to Willowbrook. Population 1018.” Relief washed over him. He stumbled to a stop, chest heaving.
“Willowbrook,” he whispered. He dug into his pockets, fingers trembling. He found the keycard he’d located in his wallet before. The one that must’ve been for his motel room, a place he was staying before he lost his memory. This was the place. Somewhere ahead were answers.
But what he’d experienced. There was so much he didn’t know. Could this little town reveal something about who he was, about the creature that was after him? About the mysterious being of light who came to his rescue?
Maybe someone would recognize him. They could tell him who he was. Or they’d think he’d lost his mind. What if they did recognize him? What if he’d hurt someone before? Was that why he was in the field? Was he running away from something?
All Landon knew was that whatever he encountered in the town couldn’t be as bad as what came for him in that field.
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It is a great story that has some unique prospectives that I enjoyed a lot.
Many times during this story I stopped and thought WOW! I was surprised by the many experiences that had never occurred to me before. Judah Lamb had woven a story that will capture your attention and astound you all the way to the end. I thoroughly enjoyed this thought provoking book and also want to thank the author for his notes at the end of the book.
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In "The Unfallen", we are introduced to Landon Walker as he, an amnesiac, is introduced to himself. We are also introduced to those who help him as much as they can in his search and to others whose purpose is to thwart him in his purpose.
The first thing he learns is that spiritual beings are willing to fight over him.
The second thing he learns is that he doesn't have total amnesia. He knows geography, language, but nothing about himself except his name.
The third thing he learns is that he has some sort of power to do miracles.
So, who is Landon Walker? Why is he in a small town in Kansas instead of Florida? And why do others insist on calling him by other names?
If you enjoy suspense and finding new corners around each corner, you will enjoy this book by Judah Lamb.
This is the first book in a new series by a new author, it is a supernatural thriller with strong overtones of christian beliefs thrown in. This book is for those who have faith and believe in God, his angels and demons. It is not a book for atheists like myself, however saying this i still quite enjoyed the suspense and loved the characters of Sarah and Emily, the young woman and the child who decided to look out for Landon, who appeared suffering from total amnesia. Landon woke up in a field, remembering nothing from his past, who he was or where he'd come from. Some labelled him a demon, however both young women believed him to be a good man especially after he cured Sarah's face from her scars, which she had gotten through saving Emily and her brother from a fire. This book is a fight between good and evil and most of it is happening within Landon himself. Is he an angel or a demon and can one person be both? Emily and Sarah had faith, as did Zacharias, the ancient librarian, who knew the scriptures off by heart, but Landon feared he would bring more pain on to those he cared for and the small town which had already suffered so much through Marcus who was not what he seemed to be!! The suspense runs very high in this book but the quoting of the bible makes this series not a good match for me!