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Patricia Reding
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Oathtaker
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
When All Hope Seems Lost
I believe there is a higher power at work in the world. I call that power, "God," although I know others might choose differently. That God exists is the only explanation I find for any number of things I see around me--things that make no sense by everyday human "reason." That is not to say that I expect God to take care of the everyday issues and problems for me. You see, I believe God has already endowed me with sufficient talents and skills to be able to handle a number of situations on my own--and that it is expected I would do so. But life sometimes hands us the unexpected, as well. That is where I most fervently seek God. For it is the unusual event or problem--the situation which would otherwise seem hopeless, the situation about which I (a lowly human being) can do nothing--that causes me to hope for supernatural assistance. In this scene, Lucy experiences a moment of hopelessness. She had done all she could to bring about Rowena's seventh-born, but suddenly it seems she'd lost it all. But then . . . God . . . Have you ever experienced something akin to this?
Book Excerpt
Oathtaker
“Well, Lucy, it seems we have much to discuss,” Mara said.
“First, tell me why you have Rowena’s compact and how it is that you were able to answer my call.”
“I don’t know what you mean by ‘answering your call,’ but I can tell you how I came to possess the compact.”
“Go on then.”
Mara took a deep breath. “I’m very sorry to have to tell you this, Lucy.” She hesitated. “Rowena is . . . dead.”
“What? Dixon? Dixon! Oh, dear Ehyeh,” Lucy moaned.
“It’s true. It happened just days ago. I am so dreadfully sorry,” he said.
Her eyes closed. She moaned. “Dear Good One, it was all for naught! Oh, how awful. Oh, dear, what do we do now?” she lamented. She looked up, her eyes closed, as though in prayer.
“Not all is lost, Lucy,” he said.
Her eyes flashed open. She glared at him. “After all we’ve been through? To bring about the seventh seventh told about—prophesied about . . . waited for . . . longed for?” She shook her head, then moaned. “And to have lost all when the plan was so near to fruition? Oh, this is so devastating. Oh!” she wailed. Her tears flowed. “Oh, all is lost.”
“Not all is lost, Lucy. The child lives.”
She sucked in her breath. She blinked hard and wiped away her tears. Her mouth dropped open as she searched for words.
“The child lives,” he repeated.
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