In a future United States under the power of a charismatic leader, everyone gets the Mark at age thirteen. The Mark lets citizen shop, go to school, and even get medical care―without it, you are on your own. Few refuse to get the Mark. Those who do . . . disappear. Logan Langly went in to get his Mark, but he backed out at the last minute. Ever since, he’s been on the run from government agents and on a quest to find his sister Lily, who disappeared when she went to get her Mark five years earlier. His journey leads him to befriend the Dust, a vast network of Markless individuals who dissent against the iron-grip rule of the government. Along the way to the capital to find Lily, the Dust receive some startling information from the Markless community, opening their eyes to the message of Christianity and warning that humanity is now entering the End of Days. In Storm , Logan and his friends are the leaders of the Markless revolution. But while some Markless are fighting Chancellor Cylis’ army, the Dust is busy trying to find a cure for a horrible epidemic sweeping through the Marked. And it's difficult for them to know who to trust, especially when they aren't sure if Logan's sister Lily, one of the commanders in Cylis' army, is on their side or not. And all across the nation―and the world―the weather has become less stable and a storm is brewing that bigger than any of them could have ever imagined. Meets national education standards. Evan Angler is safe, for now. He lives without the Mark, evading DOME and writing in the shadows of Beacon. But if anyone asks, you know nothing about him. Don't make eye contact if you see him. Don't call his name out loud. He's in enough trouble already. And so are you, if you read his books. STORM By EVAN ANGLER Thomas Nelson Copyright © 2013 Evan Angler All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-1-4003-2197-1 Contents A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR.....................................................ixPROLOGUE THE REQUEST......................................................1ONE FIGHT OR FLIGHT.......................................................4TWO CALL TO ORDER.........................................................28THREE CONNOR GOODY TWO-SHOES..............................................53FOUR FORECAST.............................................................87FIVE GHOST TOWN...........................................................118SIX HAIL TO THE CHIEF.....................................................137SEVEN SIBLING RIVALRY.....................................................162EIGHT ON THE ROAD AGAIN...................................................185NINE STANDOFF.............................................................204TEN TRUMPET CALL..........................................................218ELEVEN CAPITOL STEPS......................................................234TWELVE ULTRANET...........................................................251ABOUT THE AUTHOR...........................................................266 Excerpt CHAPTER 1 FIGHT OR FLIGHT 1 The floor shook violently under Logan'sfeet, its rug jumping and sliding in short, stiff bursts. The windowto his side rattled, and he wondered if the whole door might soonfall off. Logan leaned forward to the driver's seat in front of him,peering over Peck's tense shoulder at the fuel gauge, which jitteredso much that the after-image of its soft green glow showedonly a blur. But he could still see the needle, pointing with certainty.Empty. "Can't this thing go any faster?" Hailey asked from the passengerseat. "Not if we want it to stay in one piece," Peck said, but hepressed harder on the gas pedal even so. Lifelessly, Erin bounced from her spot on the backseat and slidto the floor. "She all right?" Peck asked, unable to take his eyes off the road. Hailey turned to look over her shoulder. "Not stirring," shesaid. "Keep driving." "Low on gas," Logan warned, hoping not to spark an explosionof new frustration from up front. "It'll stop when it stops," Peck said. "'Til then, worry aboutwhat's behind us." So Logan turned to peer out the back window, where behindthem a drone plane appeared low on the horizon. "You've gotta be kidding me," Logan said. "Nope. Very serious. As predicted." Not far off and closing in fast, the running lights of the droneglowed bright red, green, and white against the night sky. It flewsilent and unwavering in the steady hands of its remote pilot. Andon its side, branded proudly in big white letters, was the single,horrible, menacing word: DOME. Most of the way to Sierra by now, Logan had hoped that thefour of them might enter the sprawling city undetected, that theprotests they'd stirred up back in Beacon might distract authoritiesenough to provide some cover. But the team had made a criticalmistake, and they knew it. About twenty miles back, along the first patch of run-downoutskirts near Sierra's eastern city limits, along the forgottenroad that