Summer of 2021
and the Man Who Would Not Die
Lachlaniel leaves his beloved fiancée and friends behind to carry out a mission for the King in the land of The Basaners. But he has picked up a new traveling companion without knowing it. The Chuchoteur, the whisperer, is an evil spirit that whispers thoughts. Now sometimes the thoughts are not Lachlaniel’s. He is veering from the King’s chosen path. As destruction rips his life apart, he stands alone and truly blind in battle with the Basaners.
The Basaners are not creatures of darkness. They are men. They hate the light and the people, called Ebenchaim. Serving the King in their land can be costly, for they will do anything to extinguish the light and the Ebenchaim. Even torture and kill.
Aurora, Lachlaniel’s fiancée, has a new friend, Andre of Felansville. Charming, gallant, witty, and a saboteur, Andre has been sent to sow discord and destruction in Agapay, but his purpose has changed to include Aurora. He uses beguiling words and deeds in pursuit of her.
Will the blind Lachlaniel be caught by the Basaners? Will they kill a blind man? Will Aurora succumb to Andre’s charms?
‘Tis His Fire
‘Tis His fire that melteth thee. For thou must learn what not to be Fired silver doth shine so bright For no dross doth block its light As with it so thou must be ‘Tis His fire that melteth thee. May’t be Thy fire melteth me Filled with wrong I must not be Thou must burn away my night Leaving only Thy true light For like Thou I long to be May’t be Thy fire melteth me Thou like I wilt surely be For ‘tis My fire refineth thee No dross shall escape My sight Thou wilt be forever bright O so pure thou wilt be For ‘tis My fire refineth thee Conformed to My likeness be That thou shalt abide with Me Truly thou must evil fight Standing by My holy might So others in thou wilt see How thou dost abide with Me
What makes a hero? It isn’t strength or courage, wisdom or power. Heroes are not paragons. They are people. Heroes aren’t made in the moment of crisis. They are made in the fires of adversity that strips them of everything they think they are. Humility makes heroes. No one rises to true greatness without being stripped of everything they think makes them strong. The fires that strip away pride and leave only a molten pool of personality reduce a person to his essence. Then when all strength is gone and the hero to be knows how small and frail he is, that is when he begins to rise, for that is when he not only sees the needs of others but when he begins to feel compassion for them. The King uses such circumstances to forge His greatest weapons – people who rely wholly on Him.