Jonah climbed up the pile of trash and bodies. He grabbed the high edge of the RoadBlock and pulled up. The pushing fight between the gangs rose back around him. Bullets zinged. Explosions grunted. Hand-to-hand combat gasped. Flames snapped. Death-cries of boys and girls accented it all. Jonah couldn’t smell, but he knew what he should smell: hot rubber, dirty water freed by heat, singed hair, and the cooked end of man.
I have recently finished doing a quick read through The Cost of Two Hands. Now, I’m reading The Sparrow and The Star. My goal is to finish it before the end of the year. I love the Sparrow and the Star, even with all the work it needs. It may be my favorite book written, thus far. Jonah has come into his own, there is so much darkness laced with so much hope. I love it.
I also love this paragraph. It’s dark and hard, but it is a paragraph I would grab my pen and highlight if this was a book off a shelf, and not one I had written. I just love this paragraph.
Another one of my favorite lines from The Cost of Two Hands:
Oak closed his eyes. Pain’s words reverberated through him. Keep Fighting. Keep Fighting. Did deep roots and life-giving water depend on other Guardians and other men? No. It was the King who kept the waters moving. It was the King who brought the unborn to this world. It was the King who gave Oak his powers and his responsibility. That hadn’t changed just because Oak was chained in the Mall. He had still been chosen to be the Forest Guardian. He had been chosen to hold Bree even if for a moment, and he had been chosen to be here. Just because here had tortures unbearable didn’t mean here was the end. And if it was the end? Joy! For he would take the last road through the final Door to the World Beyond. There was nothing Pain could do to change any of that.
I’m not fond at all of the idea of a leap of faith. Our faith isn’t unfounded. It’s based on the works of the Lord, his promises, and his Word. It isn’t blind. It isn’t just faith in faith so that we all have warm fuzzes. Faith is based on truth, God’s truth.
This is a line from my book The Sparrow and the Star. It is book two of the Artists Return series, and still in the editing stage. I have a handful of beta readers going over it right now and I’m excited (and terrified) to find out what they think. But, this is one of my favorite lines. The Sparrow and the Star has far more hope bleeding through the pages than any other book I’ve written. The amount of hope has actually surprised me. I’m normally a very gritty writer, but this book is a bright light of hope. It’s also, surprisingly, one of my favorite books. I love every bit of it. It makes me excited for book 3, if all my readers don’t abandon me for its lack of grit and grim.
In my WIP, I have a biker gang called the Dragons. The Dragons are a bunch of fathers, brothers, uncles, kin hunting down their kidnapped children. They’re all pretty much cowboys, and they pretty much have this mentality. 🙂