Yesterdays Gone: SEASON TWO (THE POST-APOCALYPTIC SERIAL THRILLER) (Yesterday's Gone)

I appreciated what the reviewers had to say immensely. And that sort of feedback helps us grow as writers and entertainers. The review sections provide an invaluable opportunity to learn from our readers so we can develop the stories they most want to read.
    We recently got a one-star review from a reviewer who hated the book from top to bottom. That’s fine, I don’t expect to please everyone. It wasn’t constructive criticism so much as bitter ranting, but that was fine. I had no problem with the review itself. But the reviewer also attacked some of the five star reviewers, saying that we must have planted them, even calling one of our most loyal readers and reviewers a troll. That is poor behavior and I just had to say something. It’s okay to badmouth our book, but you can’t badmouth our readers.  

    DAVID: Oddly, one of my favorite reviews was from someone who gave one of the episodes (or maybe it was the Season) three stars. They had some issues with some elements of the story, which I completely respected. The cool thing about the review, though, was that they didn’t outright trash the book. I DON’T LIKE THIS BOOK, THEREFORE, NOBODY SHOULD OR WILL. Instead, the reviewer wrote how fans of specific titles would likely enjoy the book. I loved that they were objective enough to say that.  
    As a writer, I don’t think you ever stop learning, and sometimes that means learning from your critics.

    Thank you to everyone who sent in questions! We appreciate you taking the time to be part of the conversation!

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YESTERDAY’S GONE
    EPISODE 8
    (SECOND EPISODE OF SEASON TWO)

    “THE VANISHED”

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    Cover copyright © 2012 by David W. Wright
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    eBook Edition - January 17, 2012
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PROLOGUE

    October 15
    Kingsland, Alabama
    2:00 a.m.

    The Prophet had been waiting decades for this night.  
    The Dream would become reality, and a new world would be ushered unto the righteous. A world created by Him, free of the secular, the wretched, the sinful, and all the creeping evil that had slithered through the soul of this great nation and sunk its fangs of depravity into the good and the pure.
    “Tonight, we celebrate Him, for He has come!” The Prophet raised his hands in the air as he looked upon the small sea of followers lining the first two pews of The Lord’s One True Way Unity Church, planted deep enough in the Bible Belt to make certain the soil was rich without the taint that soured so much of the rest of the country, and, of course, the world.  
    The Prophet’s following was small but loyal, made from mostly family members of which there were 16 from himself to his youngest great grandchild, one year old Ellie Mae. He winked at Ellie Mae in the front row as she yawned another adorable yawn. Her mother - also his youngest daughter, Pam - smiled, her eyes brightened by the Truth.
    The Prophet was glad they’d made it to the church tonight. Glad that they’d been able to overcome the obstacles that Satan had thrown