Review: "Foremost" by Jody Hedlund. I just finished reading Foremost , the second novel in Jody Hedlund's Lost Princesses series, and I'm left with just one question Powered by Blogger. This person had taken my name, p Recently Read. The Innkeeper of Ivy Hill.
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I have long been a fan of Jody Hedlund's historical romances. Mok is their last hope. And time is running out. For Joel's mom's birthday, he and his brother want to make her special gifts. The boys get to work, but what could Joel possibly create with Popsicle sticks and a jar of frozen flies? Leave it to him to come up with a birthday surprise no one can top!
Simeon's life is falling apart, and he fears he may never see his wife and daughter again. As he arrives in Jerusalem for Passover, he is looking for a miracle. In this novel, best-selling author Sigmund Brouwer retells the passion of Christ through the eyes of one man as he experiences an astonishing encounter with Christ in his last hours of life.
In this first book of The Guardian Angel series, the story's narrator, Pelagius the angel, introduces us to life in A. This powerless teen's future seems hopeless until a hooded stranger presents him with a challenge and also a warning to beware of "the enemy". Thrown into a dangerous adventure, Brin must choose good over evil in order to find his earthly father's love and his heavenly Father's will. Postcard-perfect Hawaii proves to be anything but paradise when Ricky and the other Accidental Detectives stumble on an active volcano.
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This one threatens to destroy the hiding places of immigrants. What can the Accidental Detectives do to help - without being reduced to ash? Protected by the dark of night, Jaimie Piper runs. But is anywhere safe when Evil is hunting you? Something compelling her to run for her life. But when his student Jaimie comes to him, terrified Chute Roll: Skydiving - one mistake, and you fall like a piano.
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Jeff Nichols works at a local flight school - just to pay for his skydiving. Then he hears of a plan to put his biggest rival into a 'chute roll, which he knows no skydiver has ever survived. When Clay Garner returns to Montana after 20 years, he is burned out by too many years of police work. Looking for peace and quiet, his life is instead thrown into turmoil when his wife and son are kidnapped, forcing him to use his FBI training to save them. Blake Coffey knows the mountain trails better than anyone. He practices harder than anyone. And nobody can pull the stunts he does. So winning the Summit Race seems to be a sure thing.
Until he finds a backpack of hundred-dollar bills along the trail during a practice run.
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Everyone squinted at her. You could only ever really see her on rainy days; in sunlight she was far too sparkly, all that armour, and the spear. The Warrior grunted. My magical hounds wasted a lot of effort on that one. Adores his mother, hates his father. Small, but already good with weapons.
Great wrestler. Thinks deep thoughts. Everyone laughed and shouted at her, and she ran down into the woods, her bow bouncing off her back.
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She never could deal with criticism. What will we have this one do? The Father set down his wine jug. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, trailing a new, glistening swath of purple through his beard. Lots of ecstasy and anguish. His brown eyes had already turned silver with tears.
He was spending the summer with us, even though the Mother hated him. Everyone turned to me. I took one more nibble of grass, trying to seem nonchalant. It had been more than a thousand years since the last War, and I was young, for an immortal: I was giddy with excitement, but too proud to let anyone see it.
Men give us names; we have no need of them, among ourselves. I went, and even when the high, thin mountain air gave way to the oppressive sky of men, I felt light with joy and purpose.
The Boy was small. He was twelve years old; at the same age, my former master, the Hero, had looked like a man. I wondered whether the Judge knew what she was doing, with this one. The Boy noticed me immediately. I was making quite a show of it, of course, bucking and rearing so that the men around me scattered like frightened birds. The crowd was quiet, suddenly. A wind from the east swirled around us all, raising dust from the riding ground. Spittle shone in his dark beard. Maybe it was too late for me, even then? A sentimental thought. I have too many of these, in the Abyss, but who can blame me?
After the King and the trader had murmured to each other, the King swept his own gaze around the assembly and gave a broad, false smile. The gods are going to love this kid, I thought as I wrenched my bridle away from the man who held it.
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He ignored everyone. He walked slowly toward me, his head high, shoulders back. I pawed sharp grooves into the dirt. I could have killed him with one blow; could have killed all of them. This knowledge had helped me endure many unpleasant interactions with men in the past. He glanced at the ground, where my shadow shied and shivered, then back up at me. The Strongman had been right: the Boy knew horses — mortal ones, anyway, which were frequently startled by their own shadows.