This morning I was flipping through Wikipedia and learned that one of my favorite authors, Vince Flynn, lost his battle with prostate cancer earlier today. My prayers and thoughts are with his wife Lysa and his three children.
Hw wrote fourteen bestselling novels, most of which I’ve read, and was working on Number Fifteen when he died. He told his fans that he was at Stage III in January 2011. It’s ironic that this past weekend Major League Baseball raised money for prostate cancer research, as they do every Father’s Day.
Thank you, Vince, and Godspeed.
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