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“Grinding his teeth, he shoved his hands into the sudsy water and splashed it onto his face. Steam drifted above the pale suds, thin and insubstantial before dissipating. The scalding water burned his face, but the pain was worth it. It tethered him to reality and the reminder that he could not fail. Not again. Please, please give me courage. It was his heart’s cry and his soul’s plea. He needed the courage to stand strong. Needed the courage to speak up.”

“The wind was blustering again, whipping the curtains. Peter went over to close the window. The moon was now high on the eastern rise, radiant above the church where small water-cart clouds raced across the sky. About to fasten the window latch, his eye was drawn down to the garden. The fox stood under the apple tree looking up at him. The animal began to bark. Each monosyllabic yip and yap seemed to mimic human speech. By some strange power or spell, Peter could understand what the animal was saying. He heard the words loud and clear. ‘I-am Si-on,’ the fox barked. Man and beast looked unwaveringly at one another, neither moving a muscle. The wind stopped blowing, the curtains hung at rest. Peter leaned out the window. ‘What do you want from me?’ he called down. ‘Save-us-from-the-stea-lers,’ barked Sion. Peter’s mind reeled. It would be madness to believe he could understand what the fox was saying—lunacy to think he could commune with it! ‘I must still be asleep,’ he reasoned, closing the window. He sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap. But this is not a dream. Lying down, he pulled the bedcovers over himself. ‘Save-us! Save-us! Save-us!’ the fox kept barking from the garden.”

“He held out his hand. “Need help down?” “I can manage.” Hopefully. She’d never admit it—especially not to this arrogant gnat—but this was the first time she remembered riding a horse, and she knew for certain this was her first time dismounting on her own. Elmery exhaled and gripped the horse’s mane. The two men continued chatting, occasionally waving to the others riding in. She could do this. Surely a learned woman of twenty-four summers could climb off a horse with minimal risk of injury, death, or embarrassment. Praying the massive beast beneath her remained still, she slowly attempted to swing her leg over the horse’s back. Her slipper fell off, landing with an inglorious plop on the right side.”

“Marcus murmured Arioch’s name, but a thread of warning laced his tone. “Anthi and Zinnia know what they’re doing.” Zin may, but Anthi? Bossy Brunette looked like she excelled in killing people with death glares. He’d wager the body count was in the double digits. The high double digits. No wonder Holdswell lacked sufficient population to fill the amount of empty buildings he’d seen lining the streets and sprinkling the land.”

“By bringing together our differences we will see how similar we really are. Combining our strengths and talents is how we will survive, and embracing love according to the needs and values of the tribe is how we shall conquer our fear...”

“There is also an incredible fixation with the paranormal, occultism, magic, sorcery, and spiritualism – all common themes which are very intriguing to children and adults as well. For example, there are The Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Harry Potter, and so on. It is the good magic against the bad magic. It is the classic struggle of good versus evil, but look a little closer and you will find that the good is not good at all. It is what is called white magic. White magic is nothing more than evil dressed up as an angel of light. Isaiah says, “Woe to those who call evil good, and good evil; who put darkness for light, and light for darkness” (Isaiah 5:20, NKJV).”