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When a mysterious lady stumbles, bloody and beaten, onto widower Abram Yoder’s Lancaster farm, will he discover the faith to love again?

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Sofia Angelis is a woman without a past. All she understands is that she’s being hunted. When she stumbles, bloody and beaten, onto Abram Yoder’s Lancaster County farm, she is not only provided the possibility of security, but also the possibility of love. Will the ghosts of Sofia’s past keep her from forging a new future?

Abram Yoder is a man caught in the past. His better half, Rebekah died giving birth 2 years back, and even through prayer, he hasn’t had the ability to let go of his sorrow and allow himself to live. When a strange woman stumbles onto his Lancaster farm needing aid, will Abram find the faith to love once again?

Join Sofia and Abram as they confront the past, welcome the future and with God’s help, bridge the gap between their two worlds and perhaps even find love in the Out of Darkness serial.

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Chapter One

Though the rain had stopped, a gentle breeze rustled through the forest canopy, dripping large drops onto the damp earth below. Moonlight peeked through breaks in the thick clouds as owls cried, spiders wove their webs, and a woman slept, collapsed on her side against a tree like an abandoned doll. She had run her socks black and bloody. Her blouse was ripped. Blood seeped from a wound on her temple, matting her hair.

Eventually the intermittent fall of water on her face stirred her to wakefulness. She groaned, wiping her eyes with her hand. Her mouth was dry.  Her feet and head hurt.

The woman sat up. “Hello!” she shouted, and the dull echo of her own voice frightened her. Maybe she’d been in some sort of camping accident. She tried to summon some memory of the campsite, what friends might be looking for her, but nothing came. She needed help, she knew that. She felt around the ground for her shoes. Where were they?

She wanted to go home, but where was home? She tried to call up memories of her family, and her heart pounded as she realized she had none. She didn’t even know her own name. She had to know her name.

It’s a run-down room with the windows boarded shut and the only light a bare bulb on the ceiling. In the corner next to the bathroom sits a damp mattress, atop it a dirty sheet. When she is alone, she can hear the rats skittering in the walls.

She is not alone now.

She stands in front of the mattress, a metal tray clutched in her hands. Though she can’t see the man’s face through the stocking that masks it, his attention lingers a touch too long. In his waistband, he has a gun. If he comes too close, she can hit him with the tray, but even if she knocks him out, how would she get out of the room? Still, it’s her only chance.

He drops six cans of beans on the floor. “Here’s your dinner,” the man says, his voice a cruel jest. “Don’t eat ’em all at once.”

Dizziness overcame her. She leaned forward, gripping at the exposed root of one of the surrounding trees, and dry heaved. Was that a memory or a dream? The sky had begun to brighten — false dawn or true, she had no idea. But once the dizziness passed, she knew she had to get moving again. The trees loomed like hulking brutes around her, and the rustling of the leaves whispered that whatever she’d run from was still out there.

She stood, drawing her arms around her chest to ward off the chill, and walked. Sticks and small stones stung through her socks. She walked through the chatter of birds that heralded dawn, and as the sun climbed, the air warmed and the trees thinned. When she reached a narrow road, she stopped, hoping and fearing that someone might be there. It was empty.

She scrambled down the hill to the road on her rear and crossed the thin stream of tar. In the bright sunlight, the lump of terror behind her ribs began to loosen. If she could just find someone with a phone, she might be able to contact the police or a hospital and get help.

The woman scrambled up another hill and down again. Walking in the heat had brought the dizziness back, and she often had to stop to close her eyes and catch her breath. Her mouth felt dry and filled with cotton. She had a hard time imagining that she had ever been so thirsty or dirty before. Her cream-colored blouse felt smooth and expensive, and her jeans were cut well for her body. Her nails, though dirty, were even and polished in light pink. She didn’t seem the sort to allow herself to fall into disarray.

The forest gave way to fields of green corn. Breezes rustled through the rows, carrying the scent of manure. The whisper of the corn soothed the woman, and for a moment she simply stared, captivated by how the sun kissed the fields in golden light. Beyond the fields stood a large, white farmhouse with an enclosed black buggy parked beside it.  Odd, the woman thought, the buggy instead of a car. Yet somehow the antiquity of it made her feel safe.

She walked towards the farmhouse. As she got closer, she caught sight of a neglected tangle of plants and flowers. A garden! Ripe tomatoes hung from the vines, making the woman’s mouth water. She could devour them whole. The thought of their sweet juice on her tongue brought on another wave of dizziness. She closed her eyes and leaned against the side of the farmhouse.

A dog began to bark. It was a Labrador retriever, which had been asleep next to the stairs and hidden by the overgrowth of tall grass between the garden and the stairs.

“What’s that, Johanna?” a man yelled. “We have a guest?” The voice approached her, accompanied by footsteps. “Excuse me, ma’am, are you lost?”

His accent was strange, vaguely German, and the woman asked herself how she could recognize this, how she could know the taste of a raw tomato on her tongue but not remember her own name. “Yes,” she answered, opening her eyes and turning towards the voice.

He was tall, dark-haired, with a full brown beard that touched his collarbone. The beard made him look older, but his skin was smooth and his eyes glinted with a blue that rivaled the bright summer sky. He wore simple clothing: solid pants with suspenders, a white shirt, and a black, brimmed hat that he took off and held at his side as he faced her. He smiled with a stiffness that made her wonder about a deeper sadness, but the smile looked good on him, softening the severe cast of his cheekbones and his forehead.

His eyes widened as he looked over her disheveled appearance. “Ma’am,” he said, “dear God, you’re hurt! What happened to you?”

“I don’t…” She didn’t know. How could she explain to this strange man that she had no idea what had happened to her or even who she was? He might think she was lying, that she was some kind of criminal.

He took a step towards her, his palms up. “You need the Englischer police and a hospital, ja. But I’ll have to take the buggy up to the Millers to use their phone. Come in and let me help you.”

“I just need some water,” she said, backing away. “I’m sorry. I don’t know where I am. You don’t have to call anyone.” The panic had made her dizzy again, and the fields and farmhouse seemed to spin on an axis around her feet. “I don’t feel so good,” she said, leaning against the farmhouse again. It desperately needed a painting, she noted, as her guts threatened to rebel.

“I promise, I won’t hurt you. Can you walk?” he asked, offering his arm. He stood still, neither approaching nor retreating, and she realized in his steady calm that he meant no harm. She leaned on it, leaned on him, grateful for his solid strength. He smelled of sweat, wool, and something earthy. She breathed it in, steadied by the scent of him as much as his well-muscled arm as they walked together up the wooden stairs into his home.

Sun streamed through the windows of his home. It seemed too large for only one person. They passed through a living room, with two large wooden sofas with plush, green cushions that looked simple and comfortable. The walls were bare wood, finished to a pleasant shine. Sun poured in through a skylight above, and gentle breezes fluttered blue and green patchwork curtains at the windows.

“Please sit,” he said, leading her to the sofa framed on either side by the windows. Looking through the screened windows, she saw the tangled garden and sprawling fields.

The woman folded her arms protectively over her chest. It was impossible to reconcile the damage done to her body and the smoke of her nightmares with this spacious, airy home and the beauty of nature that surrounded it.

He placed his hat on the sofa beside her and strode further into the house. While the home certainly seemed lived-in — the dark green throw rug in the center of the floor was frayed a bit about the edges — yet there were no photos or knickknacks on the surface of the end-tables, and neither photographs nor artwork hung on the walls. A set of tools hung on wooden hooks on the far wall by the door, giving some indication of work or hobbies, and there was a simple straw mat in front of the entrance for wiping one’s shoes.

He came back less than a minute later with a cool glass of water and sat down on the second sofa, perpendicular to hers and closer to the door. The woman drank the water to the bottom, relishing the sweet coolness as it washed over her tongue and down her throat. He was silent as she drank, only waiting until she had placed the empty cup in her lap to ask if she wanted another.

“Thank you,” the woman said awkwardly through the lump of gratitude in her throat. He returned with a second cup and a plate with food: a hunk of what looked like home-baked bread thickly spread with butter, and sliced tomatoes. She devoured the food, licking salted tomato juice from her fingers before sipping at the second cup of water.

When she had finished, he asked, “What’s your name? My name is Abram,” he added.

The woman shook her head. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I don’t know anything that happened.” She kept the dream of the cruel man and his gun to herself. He might not even be real; he might be some fiction or amalgamation of trauma and her own imagination. “I think I hit my head pretty hard, because I don’t remember much. I mean, I can talk, and I remember normal things, like that this is a sofa –” she pointed — “and that is a window. But aside from a few flashes, I really don’t remember anything about myself.”

It sounded so farfetched, when said out loud, that she expected the man — Abram — to laugh or to claim that she was lying. But instead he simply nodded. “You’ve suffered something, that is clear. I’ll need to take the buggy down to the Millers to use their phone to call the Englischer authorities, but you can take a bath in the meantime, and you’ll need some clothes.”

“Thank you,” she said again. She couldn’t imagine the picture she presented in her torn clothes, with her disheveled hair and muddy socks. The bruise on her head hurt, as did her wrist, which was also bruised with a long scratch as though she had torn herself from someone’s grip.

“I… umm…” Abram stared down at his hands, body extraordinarily still. “My wife’s should fit you.”

“You’re married?” Her stomach fell in sudden disappointment — which was completely ridiculous, because she’d just met the man. Not to mention the fact that she might have a boyfriend, or even a husband back in her previous life. Well, probably not the latter, as she wasn’t wearing a ring. And – she glanced at his left hand — neither was he.

“Rebekah, she passed on three years back, with our son.” Abram’s tone was flat, but the tension in his broad shoulders, the forced stillness of his features, and the rapid blinking of his eyes hinted at a grief just beneath the surface.

“I’m so sorry,” the woman said. She wanted to take his hands, to offer some form of comfort, but the thought of standing and breaching the aura of silence that surrounded him seemed too forward. He truly was a handsome man, and the pain he suffered only sharpened his attractiveness, and how horrible was she to even be thinking such thoughts of a man who had helped her even as he bore this terrible pain?

“We cannot alter God’s will,” Abram said. He rolled his shoulders back and forced a smile that seemed more tragic than the honest display of sorrow. He held out his hand for the cup, which she handed him, and then stood.

“Let me show you how to operate the tub,” said. “We have plumbing from the diesel generator, but it can run cold after a while. I generally bathe on Sundays, after our church meeting, unless I have a particularly dirty day in the fields or hauling the furniture I’ve built for sale.”

Abram led her through a kitchen brightly lit by sunlight pouring through a far window. The kitchen had clearly been meant to be a family center, and much of that expectation remained visible in the layout of the room. In the center was a table with a blue and white patterned tablecloth, with six wooden chairs around it. The chair closest to the window was pulled out slightly, and the floor beneath it scuffed as though it was often pushed in and pulled out again. The other chairs, in contrast, had a light layer of dust over them. A gas lantern hung over the table, as well as above each of the two wooden armoires.

To the woman’s left was a long counter, at the end of which sat a white, humming refrigerator. In the sink sat two pots. The stove was gas and well maintained, but more dust clung to the handle of the oven, and a cobweb had blossomed from the back of the refrigerator to the far wall.

Abram walked to the sink and placed the cup inside. “I apologize for the mess,” he said. “I wasn’t expecting company, and I haven’t even hosted a church service since…” His lips tightened. Then he took a breath and continued, “Without a woman in the house to supervise the cooking… well, it’s a bit of a challenge, though I rather like preparing simple things, and my sisters and their children bring me baking once a week in exchange for repairs.”

“Seems lonely,” the woman said, the words spilling out without her thinking. She couldn’t imagine how difficult it must be to live alone in a house that had clearly been meant to be shared with love and the expectation of many children to add noise, brightness, and life.

Abram shrugged. “Come this way,” he said. “We have a regular flush toilet also. I can’t tell you how many Englischers act as though we Amish have no amenities at all just because we choose not to connect to their electrical grids.”

“You don’t have electricity?” But how did the refrigerator work?

“We use generators,” Abram explained. “For the basics, but we don’t believe in progress for the sake of progress, nor do we hold with the idea of acquiring for the sake of showing ourselves better than our neighbors, which is often a byproduct of your modern conveniences. All of these things distance one from nature and a true relationship with our God.”

“Okay,” the woman said. She wondered if the person she had been, the person she couldn’t remember, had a relationship with God or wanted one. It seemed peaceful, lovely even, to call such a tranquil place home. Rebekah had been a lucky woman.

They passed through the kitchen to a bathroom. It was large, and again lit only by sunlight at this hour, though a gas lantern did hang above the sink. The tub was a steel, claw-footed one, and deep. Like a Western movie, thought the woman. Had she enjoyed Westerns?  As Abram explained to her how to turn on the hot water and to fill and drain the tub, she tried to recall some titles and scenes. Shane? Old Yeller? Something with Mel Gibson and playing cards…

“We’ll let the tub fill while I just get you some clothes, ja.”

The woman stood to follow, but Abram said, “No, you watch the tub and turn it off when it gets about three-quarters filled.”

“Thank you,” she said again, the words inadequate to express the riot of feelings which blew like a storm behind her ribcage. Gratitude, lingering fear, confusion, sadness, and a feeling of being drawn to this stranger. As the thud of Abram’s footfalls receded down the hallway and into another room, the woman found herself feeling very, very alone.

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And if you like these four parts and want to read everything in the series (Out of Darkness, Amish Connections, and An Illustrated Amish Christmas Carol), we recommend getting the full 14 Book collection:

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Or if you just want to finish the Out of Darkness Serial, you can get the Boxed Set:
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  • Publisher: Global Grafx Press (September 22, 2014)
  • Publication Date: September 22, 2014
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  • Language: English
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Customer Reviews

Go ahead and get the Bundle of 14 — it’s worth it!

One person found this helpful.
 on July 4, 2015
By Lesuse
Just as everyone else says, this is just the beginning of the story, though I always check to see how many pages are in a book before I download. I knew going in this was a series. That said, I downloaded the first 4 books because they were free at the time. It gave me enough of the story that I knew I wanted to finish reading it. So I downloaded the 14 book bundle which includes the Prologue of three additional stories of some other characters in the series. At this point I’ve read I’ve read all of Out of Darkness and thoroughly enjoyed it! I do believe Ms. Price has romanticized the Amish lifestyle. Other series I’ve read seemed more realistic. But, this is a great story! Pretty Englischer who escaped her kidnappers and has amnesia, from her injuries and the trauma, finds herself on the property of a young, handsome, grieving Amish widower. He seems destined to be her knight in shining armor — well. . . he has a horse named Ruthie and an honest, god-fearing, compassionate heart, and Sofia awakens his senses from his 2 years of grieving the loss of his wife and newborn son who never drew a breath. The supporting cast is wonderful, and I mean delightful! Ms. Price tells a good story full of suspense and romance as she navigates all the problems with two folks who come from very different worlds!

Girl with no past

 on August 3, 2017
By Janice Bates
Beautiful story set in the Lancaster County Amish community. When an Englischer woman comes to the community needing help, the Amish people open their hearts and their homes to give her assistance. Sophia has temporary amnesia, but it is evident someone has hurt her. Abram, Samuel, Annie, Esther, and Judith protect Sophia and help her contact the authorities so that she can recover her memory. But does she want to return to her previous life or to her Amish friends.

Out of Darkness-Book 1

 on August 10, 2016
By Kindle Customer
An intriguing beginning to a story, leading to wanting to read more about the girl with no memory, and the kindly Amish man, she stumbles into, while running away from kidnappers!

Four Stars

 on June 20, 2017
By Kindle Customer
Pretty good. Very short, though…

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