Series: Single Titles
Genre: Historical Fiction
Tag: Single Titles

I had a little bird, and its name was Enza. I opened the window, and in-flew-Enza.

It is a time of innocence. The Women’s Suffrage Movement gains more attention every day. Patriotism is at its peak as the war to end all wars rages an ocean away. On the homefront, life is being lived like a Mark Twain novel - until an unseen enemy, deadlier than any human foe, threatens Mankind’s very existence.
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About the Book

I had a little bird,
And its name was Enza.
I opened the window,
And in-flu-Enza.

They have no idea what’s coming…

Patriotism is at its peak as the war to end all wars rages
an ocean away. The Suffrage Movement gains momentum each day, and women
across the the country harbor hope that they might finally win the right to
vote. In a small town in Michigan, life is being lived out like the pages of a
Mark Twain novel.

But an unseen adversary is about to threaten Mankind’s very existence…

Whispers of the Spanish flu begin to circulate as the
sickness spreads around the globe, yet no one thinks it will reach them. And they
couldn’t be more wrong. No matter what measures they take to protect
themselves, it can’t be stopped. Not only does the influenza invade their town,
it soon becomes evident that it will change their lives forever.

The Characters

Elliot Owens would do anything, even lay his life on the line to protect his
wife and their children. But when the time comes, will the choice be his to

Daniel Pullman’s plans to join the Army are dashed following an injury.
Could meeting the love of his life be enough to heal his wounded soul?

Colby Thornton, beloved by his congregation, struggles with bitterness
toward the wife who doesn’t love him at all. The wife he wishes he’d never

Marcus McClelland, funeral director by trade, avoids close relationships
because if he doesn’t care about anyone, it won’t hurt when he loses them. What
happens when he realizes his heart isn’t as hard as he thought it was?

Jonathon Owens, all of ten years old, desires nothing more than to be a war
hero, and he sets out to do that by proving that his German neighbor is a spy.

“Papa?” Kathleen interrupted his thoughts.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What does ‘preciate’ mean?” He looked at her thoughtfully.

“Appreciate?” She nodded. “Hmm.” How to explain the word when it could be used in more than one way. “Well, I could give you a better answer if I knew how you heard it spoken.”

“Well, Elizabeth yelled at Jonathon ‘cause he wouldn’t stop playing the piano, and he said she didn’t ‘preciate good music.” She was very serious and Elliot had a hard time holding back a smile.

“In that case he meant Elizabeth didn’t like his music.” Kathleen glanced toward the front room, then dubiously back at her father.

“I don’t ‘preciate good music either, Papa.”

This time he couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him. A chuckle that turned into full-fledged laughter when he heard Margaret mutter, “You, me and every neighbor in a six block radius!” It earned him another nasty scowl, but he just couldn’t help himself.

Now muttering low enough that he couldn’t discern any words in particular, though he was sure he was the new target of whatever she was saying, Margaret leaned down to peer into the oven. This time she opened the door completely, wiped her hands on her apron, and reached in with a folded towel. Seconds later she pulled the perfectly golden pie out.

He was left in no doubt that she was ignoring him as she marched past, nose in the air on her way to the porch, where the pie would cool until supper. He was going to have to find some way to get back into her good graces, lest she hold her grudge the rest of the day.

Moments later, to his complete and utter astonishment, Elliot heard his wife say,

“Gracious me! I must say I’ve seen Mr. Mertz do some odd things before but-” She got no further before the music stopped abruptly, and the sound of pounding feet exited the house.

At her heartfelt, “Thank the Lord!” Elliot nearly fell off his chair.

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