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Redeeming Love

This novel, set in the 19th century American frontier, delves into the lives of its characters as they navigate themes of redemption and love. The story is rich with historical detail and emotional depth, offering a compelling exploration of human relationships and the transformative power of love. more

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Francine Rivers
Francine Rivers

Francine Rivers is an American Christian author known for her novels that focus on Christian themes and touching stories. Born in 1947, she began writing in 1982 and has published numerous best-selling books. Rivers' works often revolve around faith, family, and love, and have gained popularity among readers worldwide. more

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“So that night after Wyatt goes to bed, I can't sleep. And I see this piece of paper with this song he's writing and it's clearly about me. It says something about a redhead and mentioned the hoop earrings that I was wearing all the time. And then he had this chorous about me having a big heart but no love in it. I kept looking at the words, thinking, This isn't right. He didn't understand me at all. So I thought about it for a little while and got out a pen and paper. I wrote some things down. When he woke up, I said, "Your chorus should be more like 'Big eyes, big soul/big heart, no control/but all she got to give is tiny love.'" Wyatt grabbed a pen and paper and he said, "Say that again?" I said, "It was just an example. Write your own goddamn song." Simone: "Tiny Love"was the Breeze's biggest hit. And Wyatt pretended he wrote the whole thing.”

“O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand: If he had fooled not me but you, If you had stood where i stand, He'd not have won me with his love, Nor bought me with his land; I would have spit into his face And not have taken his hand. Yet I have a gift you have not got, And seem not like to get: For all your clothes and wedding-ring I've little doubt you fret. My fair-haired son, my shame, my pride, Cling closer, closer yet: Your father would give lands for one to wear his coronet”