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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Waking the Dead about Building, Christianity, Waking with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Christian Living?
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conversations.value: There is a glory to life that most people--including believers--never see. In this insightful new book, the author presents the heart as central to life. Not only is the heart essential; the heart God has ransomed is also good. Building on these foundational truths, the author shows readers why real Christianity is a process of restoration, where the broken parts of our hearts are mended and the captive parts are set free.
  
  Waking the Dead leads listeners to understand how to live from the heart, care for their heart like the treasures of the kingdom, and give from fullness instead of emptiness. This message also shows how living from the heart can energize people to love God and others in a way they've never experienced, revealing to them life's purpose: fighting for the hearts of others.
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conversations.value: What is the first four paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Waking the Dead
  For all things bone related, much is owed to Alison Galloway, Ph.D., D-ABFA F-AAFS, and Laura C. Fulginiti, Ph.D., D-ABFA. Your information was as fascinating as it was appreciated!
  A very special note of thanks goes to Kelcie and Guy Santiago for hauling me around to the Oregon caves and through the forest, and answering my endless questions. I had a blast! The area around McKenzie Bridge, Oregon, is one of the loveliest I've seen and is unlikely to house the sort of criminal activity found in this story. The beauty of writing fiction is the ability to change anything that doesn't fit into the plot. Hence some site names, directions, and distances between points, among other things, have been altered to suit the needs of the story.
  The way through the forest was familiar, so the lack of a moon didn't bother him. With the aid of the flashlight he made his way surely, avoiding fallen logs and low-hanging branches from memory. The large bag he carried on his back added nearly another twenty pounds, but that didn't slow him either. His strength was as sure as his sense of direction.
  He carried a shotgun in his free hand and a machete hung from his belt. Not because he expected trouble, but because he'd lived in and around the Oregon wilderness long enough to be prepared for it. There were elk, bears, and cougars in the forest. Any number of poisonous snakes. And sometimes there was danger of a two-legged variety. It didn't pay to leave anything to chance.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Three hours later Cait's headache had subsided but for a nagging throb. They'd stopped for lunch and she sat cross-legged, leaning on her pack, which she'd propped against a pine. She had no idea where they were. But when she asked Zach to check off grid-lined sections they'd covered on the map, he never hesitated. Which was oddly fascinating, because if he disappeared at this moment, she'd be screwed. Except for the occasional outcropping of rocks or charred tree, most of the area they'd traveled that day looked pretty much alike.
  The granola bars she'd purchased this morning looked neither tasty nor filling, but she needed the fuel, so she chewed unenthusiastically. Sharper was silent as he ate... she leaned over for a closer look. "Peanut butter?" The discovery brought a smile to her lips. "What are you, ten?"
  His brow rose. "Peanut butter's a good source of protein. Besides"—he wadded up the plastic bag he'd taken it from in one hand—"I didn't have any food in the house. Closest decent grocery store is in Eugene, and it's not like I've been to town lately."
  There was no rancor in his words, but she felt a tug of guilt anyway. "I have to get to Eugene tomorrow morning myself for at least a couple hours." She hadn't yet gotten those soil samples to Kristy, and she'd promised Barnes she'd get latent samples for the elimination match, as well. "That reminds me, I'll need to get a fingerprint sample from you sometime today."
  He stilled in the act of shoving the wrapper back into his pack. And the look he sent her was sharp. "What the hell for?"
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Macy caught the barely discernible note of frustration in Kellan's voice. She seconded it. As private forensics consultants, it was rare that they were ever called in on a fresh crime scene. This was one of the quickest callouts she'd ever been part of, and they were effectively being shut away from the scene for several more hours, if not days.
  Whitaker glanced down at a sheet of paper in front of him. But before he could answer, Adam said, "Mulder employs nearly forty full- and part-time employees in the winter months. That would include the daughter's teacher and various instructors: piano, dance, whatnot."
  Macy understood where Raiker was going with his question. She'd be willing to bet that Mulder had spared no expense on security for the estate. "What are the security specs?"
  Exchanging a glance with Burke, Macy said, "Let's get to those interviews then. Starting with Mulder's security team." There didn't appear to be any way to get on to the estate without security knowing about it.
  Kylie lives in the Midwest with her husband and a very spoiled Polish Lowland sheepdog. Visit her website at www.kyliebrant.com or contact her at kylie@kylie brant.com.