-
Patricia Reding
a book bubble about
SELECT
Science Fiction & Fantasy
Author Insight
All Hope Is Not Lost
When a person stands on the edge, wondering if she can carry on, she struggles to find hope--hope that one day, things will be better. Here Chaya is at that threshold. She doesn't know what her future holds, but she knows her mother intends the greatest evil for her. With no support, and riddled with fear, Chaya could have stopped her mother's plan. She could have taken her own life--the very thing by which her mother intends to profit. Instead of accepting such a defeat, however, Chaya searched for some bit of hope, however small. Somehow, she found a glimmer of it. Believing that she might lose the battle on this day, but that she might win the war on another, she grasped that hope and held to it. Then she stood her ground. Here, when she throws her shoulders back, and lifts her chin, she shows that although armed with only that tiny bit of hope, she will enter the arena to battle for a better day. If anyone out there is struggling at this time, I pray they find the glimmer of hope that will allow them to do the same. Indeed, all hope is not lost. All hope is never lost. There will be a better day--there always is.
Book Excerpt
SELECT
She thought about running but had nowhere to go, and she knew no one who could help or hide her. Shaking with fear, Chaya paced, her mind racing. Would Ophelie show up? Would she arrive in time to save her from this travesty? For what seemed the hundredth time, she tried the doorknob, then hung her head in despair. Foolish! Tanith had turned the bolt when she left, and no one had unlocked it in the meantime.
She glanced at the hourglass. In all the time that had passed since her arrival, no one had come to speak with her. She slumped down into a nearby chair, determined to ignore the scratchiness of her attire. Then sounds at the door interrupted her musing.
She stood. Maybe it’s Ophelie!
Sabra and Cenka stepped inside.
Chaya remained standing, as though frozen in place.
“This way,” Sabra snapped, waving her forward.
“Please, Sabra, please help me,” she implored.
“It’s time you paid your mother back for all you’ve cost her.”
“Cenka, please!” Chaya begged, turning her attention to the other woman.
“Let’s go,” she ordered.
Chaya looked hard at the two servants. Then she did all she could. She threw back her shoulders, lifted her chin, and stepped forward.
Amazon
Barnes&Noble
Apple Books
Kobo
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish
Comment on this Bubble
Your comment and a link to this bubble will also appear in your Facebook feed.