Written by Daniel Jones. Cover art and interiors by Jesse Paasch. These are not the Wilderlands books. This is the argument against the golden calf.
Complete collection
Tearing Down the Golden Calf
Returning to the God of Scripture
Daniel Jones
Illustrated by Jesse Paasch
The complete theology collection — six interconnected works. TULIP, Sola Together, Why We Tortured God to Death, The Divine Raindrop Crisis (Parts 1 & 2), and Our Only Mission. Fifteen hundred hours in the text. One steelmanned walk through Reformed doctrine, then back to the God of Abraham.
It began as a marathon debate with a Calvinist best friend. It became 1,500 hours of sermons, confessions, and Scripture. Six contradictions in classic Reformed thought, framed fairly from Westminster and Dort, then tested against the Bible’s if-then covenants.
Tired of clapping at church and leaving hungry? The Five Solas were never solo. They were the invite. From Pharisee feeds to the Groom’s feast table — why “alone” should taste like “with you.”
What if the cross is not the Father hunting a target for His wrath, but a faithful God keeping an ancient promise — even when we drove the nails? Abraham sleeps. God walks the blood path alone. The curse falls on the Promise Keeper.
Revelation is not a secret code. It is the most urgent motivational letter Jesus ever sent His church. The end does not arrive on a hidden calendar. It arrives when the last unreached person has heard, in a way they can answer.
Parts 1 and 2. Can your god add one raindrop to a storm? A direct challenge to the philosophical frameworks that replace the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob with a Greek-influenced construct.
Epic fantasy · Zachary Dugas first · Jones co-author
A different shelf. With Zachary Dugas.
Dugas is listed first. Jones is co-author. Son of the Wilderlands is a trilogy of its own. Fractured Empire: Helheim is a separate series — guns, rail, and mages, not Yuutan’s woods. None of this is the TULIP work.
Son of the Wilderlands · Book 1
The Blade’s Own Truth
Zachary Dugas & Daniel Jones
The Wilderlands stay blank on most maps. Monsters made them a perfect place for a legendary swordmaster to disappear and raise a child. For seventeen years Holviti of Yuutan trained Duren in those woods. Then the boy walked out — sword in hand — until he met her.
Yuutan is the homeland of a living legend, where Tiberasian smiths make master-crafted weapons and guardsmen patrol in armor that gleams like stained glass. Duren came to rest, repair Lisika’s broken sword, and spend time with his new wife. People on the road are disappearing. Something in Yuutan is about to get personal.
Middia is a country of contrasts: desert heat, a city in a cave, people who work by night. Castes divide by birth, not merit. When a conspiracy reaches Khydalaa and Duren’s family, he will do whatever he needs to set it right. Desert sand be damned.
Mages once stood supreme. The common man has answered with the gun, the rail line, and the Consul. Adrian only wants to go home with Isi and heal from the Kurtz labor camps. Helheim needs her mages. What the empire needs, she ultimately gets.
Forthcoming · solo novel · not theology · not Wilderlands
Stone is neither.
Not a Wilderlands book. Not a theology monograph. A solo novel from Wichita, still in manuscript. The Anvil gets it first.
Solo · in manuscript
Stone
Daniel Jones
A solo novel, not part of the Wilderlands and not a theology book. A king’s best friend returns home to die — and finds healing, community, and the quiet power of a simple garden. In manuscript now.
Theology stays on its shelf. The novels with Dugas stay on theirs. Both come from the same dirt, the same hours, and the same refusal to trade Scripture for a system.
Composite notes in the voice of people the theology is for. Not reviews of the Wilderlands.
“I have sat under TULIP for a decade. Jones did not sneer. He steelmanned it, then walked me back through the if-then covenants I had been taught to skip. I closed the book and opened my Bible.”
“Our Only Mission cut the charts out of Revelation and handed the church its job back. We stopped arguing about the rapture for a month and talked about the unreached.”
“Sola Together named the hunger I could not. I was tired of clapping and leaving empty. The Groom’s table is the point. Not the system. Not the feed.”
From the Flint Hills.
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