By far one of my top 5 favorite books of all time! This novel was masterfully penned and portrayed a very captivating story during the time of the crucifixion and after. The descriptive scenes allowed me to imagine exactly how everything was happening, from the trial to Titus and Abigail in praye...
She shook so violently that he feared she might collapse. And no wonder—her neck now had screaming red marks where the brute’s fingers had grabbed and pressed. She was small, delicate. Kinnaird could have—perhaps would have—snapped her neck before Brice or her father could have stopped him.Lochab...
Her feet were sore. Her eyes were gritty. And so many names and faces buzzed in her head that she wanted to crawl back under her covers and shut out the world.Papa slid up next to her at the sideboard and began filling a plate—with her preferences, not his. “Now you’ve done it.”She took another s...
But the phantasms fled, their flashing fangs and dripping claws evaporating into mist. “Only a nightmare.” How many times had she whispered the same thing in the past weeks? Perhaps she would better believe it if the monsters didn’t take Papa with them every time they disappeared. She rubbed a ha...
He put a stray ribbon in the book of signs to mark his place, which was still woefully near the beginning. He tried to learn on his own, but it made little sense until someone showed it to him. With Barbara’s arrival that afternoon, there had been no time for another lesson, so… He darted a glanc...
The Knight’s Arms. Winter barely glanced at it as she continued past, but the scrolling script burned into the wood remained fixed in her mind. As soon as they turned the corner, she held up so Freeman could draw even with her. “You are sure he is the only one inside?” Not so much as a hint of a ...