E. W. Kenyon Books Free

[Aron Eugine]

Bornto a poor family in New England in 1867, he grew up with little education. When he was dramatically converted in a Methodist prayer meeting at the age of 17, he immediately began to enthusiastically win souls. An obvious gift and passion emerged for the lost, which would govern his life. His gift as an evangelist began to bear abundant fruit. He also vowed he would become an educator. As he encountered the struggles that often enter the life of a new convert, however, Kenyon did not have the necessary foundation to stand. He had not been discipled in the basic doctrines of the faith and older ministers had infected him with doubt. Years later, he lamented the fact that he had not received the Holy Spirit in these early years, either.

So E.W. Kenyon gradually slipped away from the Lord. He walked in darkness and broken fellowship for about two and a half years. In 1893, newly married and living in Boston, he and his bride attended a service at the Clarendon Street Baptist Church, then pastored by the respected Bible teacher A.J. Gordon. At the service, the Spirit came mightily on Kenyon and he forever gave himself back to the Lord.

He wanted to follow the pattern he had seen modeled by George Muller in trusting God for everything. Restored to his Lord and to his calling, he immediately began to win souls to Christ. Within a few months he was ordained among the Free Will Baptists and was pastoring one of their churches.

He pastored various churches in New England for a few years, and then started an independent work. He left the denomination so that he could trust the Lord completely for his finances, unhappy with the ways money was raised in the churches. He wanted to follow the pattern he had seen modeled by George Muller in trusting God for everything.

As Kenyon continued to minister, many young people approached him about training. He began to consider beginning a Bible school. He knew from his own bitter experience the necessity of grounding new believers in the faith. He had fallen away because of the lack of such grounding. Around the turn of the century, he opened the Bethel Bible Institute. Many young people came to learn the Word of God and the life of faith. It was entirely a faith work. No tuition was charged and the teachers were not paid a salary.

Everything was done through prayer. Well educated Bible teachers gave up good positions to join Kenyon in training young people and live the life of faith. Missionaries were trained and sent from the Institute around the world and around the U.S.

Kenyon left the East Coast in 1923 and relocated to Southern California. He preached for many pastors in the area and he was extremely well received. Miracles of healing were common when he preached. Eventually, Kenyon pastored a work in Los Angeles which grew to about a thousand members. He had two books in print and a monthly publication. An enthusiastic audience greeted him at each of his many weekly services.

Kenyon relocated a third time. This time he moved to the Northwest, eventually settling in Seattle. He resumed radio ministry which he had begun while in Los Angeles and soon found an appreciative audience for his teaching. Public meetings soon evolved into a church. New Covenant Baptist Church, Seattle Bible Institute and The Herald of Life publication were soon in full swing.

When I arrived at Kenyon in 1995, my home library seemed too immature to take with me, so I showed up in Gambier with exactly one book, Allen Ginsberg's small and short Howl and Other Poems. Of course, I soon learned that I'd brought a knife to a gunfight. I was surrounded by incoming freshmen with hundreds of books, and my single-volume library made me feel small and stupid. So with the help of my Bookstore account, I bought (and read) dozens of books my freshman year: Infinite Jest and On the Road and Generation X and Song of Solomon and many more, not to mention everything for school. (Okay. Not everything for school.) I don't know how I managed to do all that reading and still drink so much Miller Lite.

Once we quit weeping over how good books smell, and fretting over what we'll do with our free time if we don't have two thousand books to dust each week, and whining that the Internet is making us dumb, we may even find that the Internet and electronic publishing will mean more readers reading more books.

So now I'm not just an author of books for teenagers. I'm a blogger and vlogger and (God help me) Twitter user who writes books for teenagers. Not only do my books reach more readers as a result of this career change, but so do other people's books. Late last year, for example, tens of thousands of our video viewers read The Catcher in the Rye with us and spent weeks discussing it in forums and chat rooms.

Our viewers live all around the world, and it's tough to get my books in some countries, so our American viewers have e-mailed PDFs of my books to readers from Iran to China. Can we really say that the book read on a screen in Tehran is inferior to the one read on paper in Gambier?

That said, I'm sure print publishing will be around for a while. Even though my books are read mostly by tech-savvy teenagers, Kindle and e-book sales made up less than .1 percent of my overall sales in 2008. But I have begun to switch over to screen reading, and I hope more of my readers do, too.

My ten-month-old goddaughter Matilda* just came for a visit. Following her last afternoon nap in Gambier, her mother brought her into my bedroom, where I had been reading since morning. Because we'd been having Matilda's bedtime story in my room each night, her book was hiding in my quilts, along with the various volumes occupying me that day. I settled her into my lap for several renditions of Karma Wilson and Jane Chapman's Bear Snores On, its hard covers joining with my arms to embrace her eager, full-bodied participation in my reading aloud. She reached for her favorite animals; she mouthed along as I spoke the book's words; she turned the pages when it was time.

And yet I keep buying them, keep piling them everywhere in my life. They rest on shelves, tables, floors, washing machines; they fill the kitchen, the office, the bedroom. I cannot have enough books because I cannot know or love enough: for me books are physical embodiments of knowledge and love, tangible manifestations of curiosity and passion without end.

An electronic reader would certainly make some parts of my life easier. I would pay fewer overweight baggage fees, for one thing, and moving would get a lot cheaper. But I find myself unable to regard e-books as true, complete books. An e-book communicates a book's content without its form, and in losing the form, it loses what literally matters about books: their solid, touching, lasting presence in our world.

I don't resist new technologies for no reason. In my lifetime, I've gladly used but just as gladly abandoned a range of audio media (from vinyl to the Mini-Disc) as each has been superseded by something arguably better. When something better than my iPod comes along, I'll probably be abandoning it, too.

When I first started writing the Dream-Hunters as a part of the Hunter Legends (Dark-Hunter, Were-Hunter, etc.) series back in the 1980s, I had no idea just how popular either series would become. I never dreamed as a teen that both the Dark-Hunters and Dream-Hunters would become #1 New York Times bestsellers (or that it would take decades of struggling over gargantuan obstacles to get them there). Ironically, the Dream-Hunters hit #1 before the Dark-Hunters did.

And just like we had the two books that led us into the much-anticipated Acheron (Devil May Cry and The Dream-Hunter), Shadow Fallen is the first of the two books that will lead us into Jaden (Shadow Fallen and Queen of All Shadows).

So much that is yet unknown. With Shadow Fallen, we delve more into the Nether Realm and those creatures that are vital parts of Queen of All Shadows. Readers who have been paying attention to the last few books and in particular Stygian and the character Shadow will remember that our shadows are a lot more than what we think they are.

Astrid Greek, meaning star: An exceptional woman who can see straight to the truth. Brave and strong, she is a point of light in the darkness. She touches me and I tremble. She smiles and my cold heart shatters.

Zarek: They say even the most damned man can be forgiven. I never believed that until the night Astrid opened her door to me and made this feral beast want to be human again. Made me want to love and be loved. But how can an ex slave whose soul is owned by a Greek goddess ever dream of touching, let alone holding, a fiery star?

Dark Hunter: an immortal warrior who has traded his soul to Artemis for one moment of vengeance on his enemies. In return, they swear to spend eternity protecting mankind from the daimons and vampires that prey on them. Dark Hunter Wulf is an ancient Viking warrior with a useful but extremely aggravating power amnesia. No one who meets him in person can remember him five minutes later. It makes it easy to have one night stands, but hard to have a meaningful relationship, and without true love he can never regain his soul. Then he meets Cassandra, the one woman who can remember him. However, as the princess of the cursed race Wulf is sworn to hunt, she is forbidden to him

What she doesn t know is that Arik holds more than the ancient secrets that can help her find the mythical isle of Atlantis. He has made a pact with the god Hades: In exchange for two weeks as a mortal man, he must return to Olympus with a human soul. Megeara s soul.

With a secret society out to ruin her expedition, and mysterious accidents that keep threatening her life, Megeara refuses to quit. She knows she s getting closer to Atlantis and as she does, she stumbles onto the truth of what Arik really is.

For Arik his quest is no longer simple. No human can know of a Dream Hunter s existence. His dream of being mortal has quickly turned into his own nightmare and the only way to save himself will be to sacrifice the very thing he wanted to be human for. The only question is, will he?

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