A war older than humanity, now awakened in the modern world. The Last Adam by Ron Echols Book Tour with Guest Post and Q&A
The Last Adam by Ron Echols unfolds as a story of faith tested under pressure. As unseen powers begin to act, the narrative traces how ordinary lives are drawn into a conflict far beyond their control.
Mary Levitt’s unexpected pregnancy triggers violent encounters and disturbing visions that reveal her child’s role in a long-awaited prophecy. As forces gather, it becomes clear that the threat surrounding her is both ancient and intentional.
At the same time, Joseph Riesman becomes entangled in political maneuvering and buried movements tied to power structures far older than they appear. Beneath public ambition lies spiritual confrontation
The intervention of the archangel Raphael—at great personal cost—confirms that the conflict involves angels, fallen angels, and human agents who fear the consequences of this moment. Facing betrayal and relentless pursuit, Mary and Joseph must navigate spiritual warfare to protect a life destined to alter humanity’s future.
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Excerpt
Prologue
Location: The Lunar Surface, Tranquility Base, southwestern corner of the Sea of Tranquility.
The moon hung motionless, like a dead thing in the void of space. Its pockmarked exterior
reflecting the sun's merciless glare and millennia of asteroids pummeling its surface. In that
airless waste where humans had once taken a small step, the lunar dust lay since undisturbed,
marked only by boot prints and machinery left behind.
Piercing through the silence of the void, a voice called out.
"Raphael!"
A brilliant white light erupted into existence, hovering above the moon's surface like a tear in the
fabric of space itself. The light intensified until it seemed to bend space around it, taking form. A
figure of a man emerged. Behind him, the first suggestion of wings. Translucent, but appearing
stronger than steel, they folded against his armor etched with ancient angelic symbols that
seemed to move when viewed directly. Dark hair, wild and untamed accentuated his sapphire
eyes and caressed his polished, glass-like skin.
The being that called itself Gabriel stood motionless on the lunar surface, its feet leaving no
prints in the ancient dust. The face that poets had tried and failed to capture for millennia turned
slowly, searching.
"Raphael?"
The name rippled out without sound, more like a thought given form in the vacuum. Gabriel's
wings stirred restlessly, creating eddies in the dust that danced like spirits in the harsh light.
"Here, Gabriel," reverberated a voice, bright but commanding, from theshadowed surface.
Another angel sat casually reclined within the lunar rover, abandoned by the humans who
briefly touched the face of Heaven before retreating to their warm blue marble decades ago.
His eyes were fixated upon the Earth, suspended in the cosmic darkness.
Raphael mirrored Gabriel, but adorned in silver armor with fiery ginger hair framing his serene face.
"I've been searching for you," Gabriel said, moving closer. In the moon's one-sixth gravity, each
step seemed to take too long, as if time itself was stretching.
"Observing," Raphael replied simply, still watching Earth.
"Observing...anyone in particular?" Gabriel asked, also redirecting his gaze toward Earth. From
this distance, cities glowed like constellations, tiny lights poking through the darkness that
surrounded them.
Maintaining his stare, Raphael revealed what he had been witnessing, his voice heavy from
countless years of disappointment. "There in Houston, a man, after a night of heavy drinking,
returned home to engage in an argument with his wife, he killed her in a drunken fit of jealousy.
Across the sea in Madrid, Spain, a young prostitute on the cusp of adulthood prepares to inject
herself with an HIV-contaminated needle provided by a friend. There, in Manila, a corrupt
politician embezzles funds meant for the poor, channeling them to fuel his business ventures.
Wherever I look, human virtue becomes more scarce."
Raphael shifted his gaze to Gabriel, his glowing eyes piercing the darkness. "Who is worthy
down there? Even among ourselves, evil found a way to take root. We cast him down to Earth,
and he has only brought misery and death upon everyone there. Since the dawn of humanity,
the stain of evil has tainted them all. They have no hope."
Gabriel hung his head in solemn contemplation of Raphael's declaration. They both knew who
"he" was. Neither needed to speak the name that had once been brightest among them.
"You have manifested yourself on the human plane of reality. What if you’re spotted?" Gabriel
snapped, briefly changing the subject.
A small chuckle escaped Raphael's lips. "I am on the MOON, Gabriel, not Times Square New
York. Besides, you’re doing it too. Did you even hear anything I said?”
"We do not materialize on this plane without purpose,” Gabriel scolded. “And yes, I heard you. I
came to you because I have news."
"What news?" Raphael asked.
"Your complaining is timely for once," Gabriel chided.
He stepped closer to the rover, standing beside Raphael. "You are correct; there is no one on
Earth capable of saving them. However, he has devised a plan."
Raphael peered up at Gabriel, rising from his reclined posture. "What plan?"
Gabriel leaned in, his voice whispering the secret. "He will go directly to them. He will send a
part of himself to help them."
"So, the time for final battle has come? He will lead us against the adversary?" Raphael asked,
energy crackling around his form at the thought.
"No, this is not Armageddon,” Gabriel corrected. "This is the beginning. He will walk the Earth
himself, using his own words, his truth, will be carried directly to them.”
Gabriel’s eyes widened. "That’s too much. They will panic at the sight,” he warned.
"As usual, you are not understanding. He will be born there." Gabriel explained.
"What? Why?" Raphael's bewilderment unusual for someone who existed since the earth was
formed. “Become a human child? What could that possibly accomplish?”
Amused by the confusion etched on Raphael's face, Gabriel continued, "He will birth himself
into their world, experience their joys and their sorrows, breathe their air, and shed human tears.
He will BE human. He says only then can he deliver what is necessary for their redemption.
It is a necessary madness."
"Incredible," Raphael murmured, the word carrying both wonder and doubt. His gaze returned to
Earth, that fragile sphere that held such consequence in the cosmic order. Resting his foot upon
the rover's steering wheel, he reclined once more, assuming his former pose, his mind wrestling
with what he had just heard.
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Guest Post
But most stories treat divine intervention like clarity. I wanted to treat it like a problem.
Because if something undeniably supernatural appeared today, on camera, in real time, it wouldn’t unite people. It would fracture them. Belief wouldn’t simplify anything. It would raise the stakes.
That’s why I wrote my story as a thriller first.
Fast chapters.
Escalating consequences.
Characters forced to act before they understand what they’re dealing with.
I wanted it to read like a movie in your head. The kind where you tell yourself, one more chapter, and suddenly it’s way too late. Where the supernatural isn’t there to comfort you, it’s there to push the story forward and keep you unsettled.
Readers are smart. You don’t want sermons. You want tension. You want vibes. You want stakes that feel personal.
So this isn’t a book that tries to explain God’s plan.
It’s a book that asks:
What would it cost if God actually showed up again?
And then it lets the story run with the consequences.
What sets your book apart from others in your genre?
The Last Adam doesn’t treat faith as an abstract. It treats it as a lived, psychological struggle. Most supernatural thrillers either lean heavily into spectacle or into theology. This story lives in the tension between doubt and belief, power and responsibility, heaven and human consequence. The divine is present but never comfortable. Angels don’t arrive to reassure; they arrive to disrupt. The story asks what faith costs when it stops being symbolic and becomes real.
What’s your favorite compliment you’ve received as a writer?
A reader told me they forgot they were reading a faith-adjacent story and just tore through it as a thriller. They said, “I came for the supernatural angle and stayed because I couldn’t stop turning pages.” That’s exactly what I hoped for.
Why did you choose this setting/topic?
I wanted to place an ancient, world-altering story inside a modern America. We live in a time of deep skepticism, fractured authority, and spiritual exhaustion. That felt like the most honest place to ask what would actually happen if something undeniably divine showed up again, not in a church, but in a society that doesn’t believe in that anymore.
Which author(s) most inspired you?
Frank Peretti for showing me that faith-based stories could carry real tension and darkness. C.S. Lewis for his moral clarity and spiritual imagination. And Stephen King for his understanding of fear, character, and how the supernatural feels when it collides with ordinary lives.
Which 3 books would you bring to a desert island?
The Bible, because it’s not just one book, it’s an entire library, and I’d never stop finding something new in it. The Count of Monte Cristo, because if I’m stranded, I want a story I can live inside for a long time. And a desert survival manual, because faith and literature are important, but I’d still like to get off the island.
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