This book had me trying to figure out what was really going on till close to the end. There were conspiracy theories and paranormal ideas floating around. I enjoyed the story but I did get confused a few times as to what was really happening and who was good or bad. I wish I had read the other book about Ezra Riley so I had known more about him. This definitely kept my interest all the way through even when I was a little confused. I definitely liked Ezra and his friend. I received a copy of this book from Jones Literary and Audra Jennings fir a fair and honest opinion that I gave of my own free will.
I give this book a four out of five stars.
Ezra Riley is a hardened Montana cowboy who prefers the hills, cattle, and horses to cities, but his unique gift for dream interpretation has him secretly taken to the White House where the President is suffering from recurring nightmares. Riley’s encounter with the President launches a series of attacks by the man behind the nightmares, William Anderson Hall, an elderly master spy and a pioneer in the CIA’s experiments with psychic powers and hallucinogens. In his remote Virginia compound, Hall has invested 30 years and millions of dollars in creating Blue Man, the ultimate psychic warrior.
Riley’s life is soon complicated by Davis Browne, a former agent with the Department of Homeland Security, and Hall’s two nieces, Isabel Elizabeth Hall and Mary Margaret Hall. Riley’s rough ride is balanced by his cowboy friend, the cartoonist Barney Wallace, whose loyalty follows Riley to the climactic end and the revelation of the content of the President’s dream.About the Author
John L. Moore is an award-winning novelist and journalist. He’s published seven novels, several non-fiction books and over 2,000 articles, poems, short stories, columns and reviews. A third-generation Montana rancher best known for his western classic, The Breaking of Ezra Riley and a pioneer in the Christian fiction genre, he is the winner of numerous awards, including a 2015 Will Rogers Medallion Award for Western Fiction for his sixth novel, Looking for Lynne. Active in ministry for over a quarter century, Moore has appeared in four documentaries due to his knowledge of the history of horses on the Northern Great Plains. He is a member of the Montana Cowboy Hall of Fame and the Montana Pro Rodeo Hall of Fame.
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—Bill Johnson, Bethel Church, Redding, CA, Author of Born for Significance and Hope in Any Crisis
“Blue Man is a fantastic novel, perhaps John L. Moore’s best, in its propelling action with hardly a pause and in the several levels and dimensions of character portrayal. I began the novel late in the day and could not put it down until I finished it at 4 a.m.”
—Larry Woiwode, Bestselling author, Winner of the William Faulkner Foundation Award, Finalist for the National Book Award and the Book Critics Circle Award
“What a read! Blue Man is filled with prophetic intrigue surrounding a national plot that parallels our own headlines. This story will make your jaw drop and you will wonder whether it’s fiction…or a preview of our future.”
—Wanda Alger, Author of Moving from Sword to Scepter: Rule Through Prayer as the Ekklesia of God
“Wow! What a trip! Once I picked up Blue Man, I couldn’t put it down. The characters grew on me more with each scene and on occasions I laughed out loud which is rare for me. Blue Man hits with a powerful spiritual impact.”
—Amy Thomas Davis,Author of Divinely Powerful – A Prophetic Blueprint Introducing the Coming Age’Read an ExcerptCleaned up and fueled by stout coffee, Ezra sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of cold cereal and the new Ford’s title.
He slid the title across the table to Barney. “Take a look at who the truck is registered to.”
Barney held the paper up and squinted. “I don’t have my reading glasses, but it looks like Zebulon Associates Limited. What’s that?”
“I’ve no idea. I can’t find them on the Web. It must be a dummy corporation.”
“A Hebrew patriarch in the Bible. The name means ‘Dwelling of Honor.’”
“Why are they after you?”
“I gave my word not to talk.”
“So what can I do to help?”
Ezra looked sternly at his friend of many years. “You can help by staying away.”
“What? You want me to abandon a longtime friend?”
“I know it goes against your principles, but do it as a favor to me.”
“You’re going to fight this alone?”
“It’s my fight, Barney, not yours.”
“So who was that Benny Davis guy? At least tell me that.”
“His real name is Davis Browne. He’s a private contractor for some powerful people.”
“What did he want?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Where is he?
“That might be a question for eternity. If he’s lucky, he’s in Mexico.”
“If he’s unlucky?”
“He’s dead. They got him.”
Barney scowled. “What are you going to do when Anne gets home?”
Ezra shook his head sadly. “I’m hoping this will be resolved by then.”
“Go to the sheriff,” Barney insisted. “The cops are already suspicious about that gun and map.”
“I have a feeling those suspicions will evaporate.”
“You can’t make me walk away from this.”
“Barney, if that car hadn’t crashed and you’d pulled into the yard minutes after that guy—whoever he was—you’re the one who might have caught a bullet.”
“I don’t abandon my friends.”
Ezra sighed and folded his arms across his chest. “Fine,” he said. “Check on me by telephone and drive the highway, but do not pull into the yard.”
Barney didn’t like it, but he nodded his assent.
“And on the phone,” Ezra added. “Don’t talk about anything except cows and weather. We have to sound like normal cowboys.”
Gray Lady took her chair across from her uncle in his study. The old spymaster looked especially tired, and she hated bringing bad news.
He fidgeted, waiting for her to speak, but his nervousness was little more than a tremble.
“Maintenance has been killed in a car accident,” she reported.
Hall coughed. “Near Riley’s ranch?”
“Yes. He was on his way to complete the job.”
“Complete what job?”
Isabel lied. “Observing Riley.”
“What caused the accident?”
“The authorities think he swerved to miss a deer.”
“A stupid reaction,” Hall said. “He was smarter than that and he was in a rented SUV. Why would he swerve?”
Gray Lady had no answer to the rhetorical question.
“Have the necessary details been taken care of?” he asked.
“Yes. There shouldn’t be any problems.”
“Did he have any family?”
“An ex-wife in England and parents in Boston.”
“Spin it as necessary. Say he was a courier for one of our corporations who took a fateful sightseeing trip.”
“And what about Riley?”
Hall’s jaw clenched. “We’ll turn up the pressure,” he said. “I’ll give Blue Man a workout. We’ll find out what both Blue Man and Ezra Riley are made of.”
“You still want the dream?”
“I demand it.”
“May I offer you a suggestion?” Gray Lady asked.
“What is it?”
“Maybe you are underestimating Blue Man. Maybe he can bypass the subconscious with a man like Riley.”
“What do you mean?”
“Blue Man targeted the President and Davis Browne while they were asleep. Ezra Riley is an imaginative person who spends most of his time alone. Perhaps his normal day is like a sleeping state.”
“Daydreams,” Hall said. “Like Browne’s fantasies?” “Probably more realistic than Browne’s fantasies.”
“But possible. I will have Blue Man get on it. Daytime and nighttime, for that matter, if Blue Man can take the rigor.”
“As you have said, Uncle. We must learn what both Riley and Blue Man are made of.”