Thursday, March 20, 2014

Disciple, Part IV by L. Blankenship

Kate slipped away from a banquet to nurse her newborn son, Rafe. She hasn't seen Kiefan in months, thanks to both their busy lives.

My eye caught movement and I turned back. Kiefan stepped off the flagstone path and crossed the grass, warm light from the doorway catching on his gold band. I smiled. “You escaped.”

“It was not easy.” He put a hand on my arm and looked to be sure none watched us. We drew further around the kitchen-cottage, into the gap between it and the stockade wall. Deeper in the shadows. I put my hand out, brushed across the mud-plaster wall, and set my back to it.

Kiefan’s hand on my arm slipped up to my cheek, tipped my head and his kiss, sudden and deep, squeezed a whimper from my throat. His tongue, his whiff of lavender soap, tore open a yearning I’d half forgotten. Gently pressed against the wall, I wished I could put both arms around him. I had to settle for clenching a handful of his cote, at the shoulder.

Rafe wiggled between us, and Kiefan looked down. He slipped a finger across Rafe’s open hand, and my baby gripped in return.

“I meant no disrespect to your grandfather,” Kiefan said, voice low. “Rafe is as much his blood as my father’s. I only wanted to see you, and my son, and know you’re both well.” He tugged against Rafe’s grip as he said it. My baby’s hand opened and his arm dropped to his side as he relaxed into his work. “I’ve missed you,” Kiefan murmured.

There’d been some letters, far too limiting for what needed to be said. I’d doubted myself, as Anders and I settled into our comfortable routine. I’d worried what I’d say in this moment, to Kiefan. Feared, even, that he’d sense it. Smell Anders’ kindness on me and how it made my heart quiver.

And all this was a heartbeat too long for me to answer; Kiefan put his forehead to mine. “What do you fear?” he whispered.

My breath caught in my throat, at that. “I’ll miss you more, once you’re wed,” I managed to answer. It was part of the truth.

He wore his lamia-tooth brooch, on the shoulder of his black silk cote, perhaps to remind everyone why the monsters hadn’t sung in the forest all year. It was the sparkling cote from Solstice, I realized with a blink. I’d helped him peel it off over his head.

Slim chance I ever would again, no matter how much love lay between us. He was here to find a pair of Caer brides, after all; it was his duty. They’d know they had to share him, and weren’t likely to share him any further. Even if he were so lucky as to find twins that he got on well with…

“Stay, tonight.”

He touched a kiss to my neck, just by my ear, and a shiver shot along my spine. The memory of his hands on my skin, his mouth — but my heart stretched, strained in my chest. It was well snared by Kiefan and dragged toward him, but felt the pull of another hook.

Anders. His little touches. How he kissed my cheek in the morning. How he’d always take Rafe, when asked, and walk him to sleep. Anders loved me, he surely wanted more, and to lead him on — and lie to Kiefan — was more than I could bear. 

Rafe, tangled in the middle of it all, had his own hooks in my heart. “I have a new lord,” I whispered in kind, “and I must attend him four times nightly. I have a saint and duties to him. As do you. Once the Caer ladies are here…” I had to trail off on that thought. Kiefan deserved love. 

Back cover of Disciple, Part IV
Kate can’t avoid the simple truth any longer; as much as she loves Kiefan, he’s now the king and his duties leave him precious little time for her and their newborn son. Kate’s husband Anders, the ne’er-do-well knight, is the one who kisses her cheek every morning and soothes the baby to sleep on his shoulder.

Kiefan’s protective jealousy still casts a shadow over her life. He would gladly throw Anders to the wolves if it will keep alliance negotiations from collapsing. Their homeland desperately needs these allies against the invading Empire. The kingdom barely survived the first wave of the enemy’s monstrous army and more is to come.

But Kate can’t stand by and let Anders become a victim — or let Kiefan suspect she’s falling in love with her husband.

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Thursday, February 20, 2014

Disciple, a gritty fantasy romance by L. Blankenship

 Today my guest is L. Blankenship, author of Disciple. Check out an excerpt below, and if you like it, get the entire first part free. Links below.

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Excerpt
Snow still fell when Ilya shook me awake in the middle of the night. The patter of flakes on the overhead tarp blended with anxious whispers and sharp coughs. A pony puffed nearby and hooves shifted.

“Ulf says stay close,” Ilya whispered in my ear. “Get the bedroll off and flat so nobody trips. Careful of Acorn, he’s right here.”

I blinked and rubbed at my eyes and a whiskery horse nose nudged my cheek. Acorn shifted away as I struggled out of my bedroll and to my feet. I put my arm over his neck for balance as I kicked the heavy blanket off and tried to spread it flat. Puck snorted, close by too.

The fire, half sheltered by our tarp lean-to, had lowered to glowing coals. Ulf and Sir Kiefan stood on the far side with their backs to it, one with bow and nocked arrow, the other with sword in hand. Kiefan asked something of the woodsman and he muttered a reply. Beyond them, the black forest waited, crusted by a layer of snow that glowed blue when moonlight fought through thin patches of the clouds. Tumbling flakes kept up a quiet patter as we all fell silent, even the ponies.

Fear drove off the lethargy of waking so late, but there was nothing to see in the clusters of squat pine trees and thickets. Ulf and Kiefan moved a few steps apart, tense and alert. I wanted to ask what was wrong.

Lantern eyes lit up beyond the fire, paced by, and vanished. A shape moved across a snow-laden pine branch. That coughing sound came again, from the moving shadow, and it was answered from behind me.

Ilya, holding Acorn’s bridle beside me, whispered, “Mother Love, we’re surrounded.”

I sidled closer to the middle of the tarp, though it meant letting go of the solid mass of the pony. Ther Boristan stood holding Puck. A few steps out from that side of the lean-to, Bjorn faced the forest with bow and arrow ready. Beyond him, another pair of eyes caught the light.

“I could stoke up the fire,” Ilya raised his voice to a murmur.

Ulf answered, as he was closest. “They’re not afraid of fire. Whatever you do, stay together. Stand and fight.”

Back cover
War is coming. Kate Carpenter is only a peasant girl, but she’s determined to help defend the kingdom and its bound saints against the invading empire. Her healing magic earned her a coveted apprenticeship with the master healer; now she must prove herself ready to stand in the front lines and save lives.

She’s not ready for the attentions of a ne’er-do-well knight and the kingdom’s only prince, though. This is no time to be distracted by romance — the empire’s monstrous army will tear through anyone standing between them and the kingdom’s magical founts. All disciples must put aside their tangled feelings and stand in the homeland’s defense.

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Thursday, February 13, 2014

Werewolves in the Renaissance Blog Tour


Today meet author Tracy Falbe and read about her novel, Werelord Thal: A Renaissance Werewolf Tale and the world it inhabits. This fascinating novel kept me up all night. Read my review below.

The Medicinal Herb Garden of the Witch in Werelord Thal

By Tracy Falbe

Some scenes in my new historical fantasy Werelord Thal: A Renaissance Werewolf Tale take place in the medicinal herb garden of Gretchen his deceased witch mother.

The plants valerian and comfrey are mentioned in the novel. Although these are minor details, they still required research to make sure they were historically accurate and appropriate to what I was saying about them in the novel.

In choosing these herbs, they needed to meet these requirements:

1. Conceivably be present in a garden outside of Prague in 1561.

2. Able to grow back after being cut and trampled. In the story Gretchen’s garden is destroyed by the men who hauled her away to torture and death because the garden was seen as a source of her wicked potions. (She actually just made medicine, but truth can’t stop an angry mob.)

3. Have a medicinal use appropriate to what they are being used for in the novel.

Let’s start with valerian. It’s a perennial native to Europe and Asia. Its recorded history goes back to ancient times when it was described by Hippocrates and Galen. Valerian was also known to be used in the 16th century. It typically acts as a mild sedative. My catalog from the Oregon-based company Horizon Herbs described it as a standard item for a medicinal herb garden.

So how did valerian fit in the story? First of all, it’s a perennial which means it grows back every year. Therefore I could realistically describe it as growing back after being cut and trampled. In Werelord Thal I actually don’t mention its medicinal properties. It’s simply noticed by the heroine Altea when she visits the burned out cottage and ravaged garden of Gretchen.

Moving on to comfrey I confirmed that it is native to Europe and has a long history for speeding the mending of bone fractures. A traditional name for it is knitbone. It is also described as impossible to remove once established. I grow several specimens of this wonderful plant and can attest to its vigor. One of its primary uses is to generate fertilizing mulch, which means it’s meant to be cut over and over. I whack mine down about three times a season and it always come back. Bumblebees utterly adore its flowers by the way.

In the novel, Thal applies comfrey after setting broken bones. He harvests the comfrey from his mother’s abandoned garden where it has indeed grown back.

I can personally attest to the power of comfrey. Late last winter I injured a finger. It was bent at the last joint, but I never went to a doctor. I braced it for weeks but it would not return to straightness. I eventually gave up on the splint and accepted that I would have a crooked finger. But spring had come and the comfrey was shooting up, so I broke off some leaves and rubbed the sap on my finger. Immediately my finger tingled. I continued to apply the comfrey regularly and noticed a rapid improvement in my finger. It is now straight and troubles me not at all.

Please note that comfrey is poisonous if ingested. Topical use only gentle readers.

Thank you for letting me to share these snippets from my historical research for Werelord Thal: A Renaissance Werewolf Tale. I believe an adventure in a historical setting benefits from well chosen little details meant to summon the past.


Book Description:

Werelord Thal: A Renaissance Werewolf Tale

by Tracy Falbe

Thal is wanted for Devil worship and shape shifting but still boldly walks the streets of 16th century Prague. Jesuits hunt him. Mercenaries fear him. Musicians sing his praise, and women are captivated by his alpha swagger.

Born of a witch and a sorcerer, he is summoned when his desperate mother casts the werewolf spell before facing torture and execution. Burdened with her magical call for vengeance Thal seeks the men that killed her. His hunt is complicated when the Magistrate’s stepdaughter Altea Kardas crosses his path. Horrified that her community is burning women to death, she can confide her doubt and fear only to Thal.

He desires her greatly but knows he will bring ruin upon her. Across Bohemia and beyond people who are different are labeled heretics in a restless world hobbled by tyrannical ignorance. The Renaissance has thrown the Holy Roman Empire into turmoil. Printed books are spreading radical ideas. Firearms are triggering a new age of warfare. And the human spirit is shaking off obedience.

Thal embodies the ancient magic of the pagan past. He challenges a world conquered by a spiritual system that denies the flesh and forgets the Earth. And he awakens within Altea recognition of these truths. She believes any risk is worth loving him until she becomes the bait in a trap set by Thal’s enemies.

My Review: 

This one kept me up all night. Set in Renaissance Bohemia, Werelord Thal has a host of fascinating characters and interesting historical detail. Thal Lesky chose to live his life as a wolf, but is called back for vengeance when his mother is burned at the stake as a witch. His quest for vengeance is complicated by his falling for the Magistrate’s daughter. The novel has adventure, romance, and isn’t too terribly bloody.  It does have some weaknesses.  There are a lot of unanswered questions: Why did Thal chose a wolf’s life to begin with? Why would his mother be so set on vengeance when she is portrayed as a kind and generous woman?  Why does Thal inspire such loyalty? People are also a little too nice. But despite its flaws, it is a fascinating story that I couldn’t stop reading. I give it a solid four stars.

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Monday, January 27, 2014

Time Travelling and Dennis Higgins

Welcome to today's guest, author Dennis Higgins. He talks about time travel. Check out his books and enter to win a free copy below.

I would like to thank Jamie Marchant for hosting me for the Indie and Proud yearlong event.

I am Dennis Higgins, author of time travel stories. I am the “Gone But Not Forgotten” guy. My own books are not heavily into science or sci-fi. Time travel is sort of taken for granted and the stories involve the intimate and detailed lives of my traveler which I call Time Pilgrims.

In this segment, I want to explore the many modes of travelling in time from a few different points of view and authors. The guy who started it all was HG Wells and the mode he used was the same as the title of his famous book, The Time Machine. The machine was a Victorian invention which propelled his protagonist into the future. The George Pal, 1960 movie version of this title has actor Rod Taylor amazed at the changes going on around him. He watches a woman’s dress shop and the changing styles as the years move up, making him comment to himself, “That’s a dress?”

In more modern times, Doc Brown creates a time machine out of a DeLorean in the Back to the Future series, which when reaches 88 miles per hour, via the flux capacitor, propels him and Marty to various times.

Jack Finney used a machine and the famous New York City, Dakota apartment building to travel back to the 1800s.

There can’t be a post like this without talking about a time-traveler first seen in 1963 on the BBC in the UK. Doctor Who uses a device that is stuck in the image of an old police box called the TARDIS. The letters stand for Time And Relative Dimension In Space. It is infinitely large on the inside and can move the doctor and his colleagues anywhere and to any point in time.

Superman flies around the earth backwards to its rotation, making it literally reversing it in time, while the Enterprise in Star Trek slingshots around the sun to transport them back or forth.

There has been anywhere from body switches with people in the past, to mirrors, to genies in bottles, to totally unexplained phenomenon to transport individuals in time. But there seems to be a common thread to most time travel stories…love. Love can often transcend time and space. It is the most powerful emotion that we humans possess.

The book, originally titled, Bid Time Return by Richard Matheson was renamed after the popularity of its’ screen adaptation to, Somewhere in Time. In it, Richard Collier uses a unique technique to travel back to meet the woman he becomes obsessed with. He goes to an old hotel and removes everything modern from the room. He uses the power of his brain to concentrate on the time that she was in the hotel and eventually makes it. I happen to love this concept. SPOILER ALERT: His fateful mistake was accidentally bringing a modern penny with him. Upon looking at the little cent, he is whisked back to his own time. Remember, if and when you time travel, you must bring the correct currency with you. Especially if love is involved.

Now I will give you the time travel mode used in my books. First, a person has to be born with the God-given ability. Not everybody is, but those who are must realize the secret that is contained in the simple element of water. The same water that is all around us and within us is the water that has existed in every time period since the Earth was formed. It is the conduit to every possible timeline. So it is the same water that character’s Kevin and Cheryl encounter down Route 66 in 1946, that is there when Katya and Cyrus find themselves in the great Chicago Fire of 1871, and when Cathy Callahan finds love in 1906 during the San Francisco earthquake. Water, along with concentration, is my character’s main mode of travel.



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Dennis Higgins is world traveler and distant relative of Davy Crockett. A native of Chicago, Illinois, he has always possessed a romance with things of the past that are gone but not forgotten.  He now lives in the suburbs with his lovely wife, two dogs and three birds.

Among his influences are:  Richard Matheson, Jack Finney, Dean Koontz, Joan Wester Anderson, Peter S. Beagle and Audrey Neffenegger . The Time Pilgrims series is exciting and is treasured and loved by young adults, new adults as well as full blown adults.

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Friday, January 17, 2014

My Sweet Valentine by Jill Sanders

My friend Jill Sanders is releasing her new book, My Sweet Valentine, with a giveaway. Check out her new book, and enter to win some fantastic prizes.


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Sara Lander was back in town. She had big plans for her inheritance along with her freshly printed business degree
and years of experience in some of Seattle’s finest bakeries, she has a rich idea for Pride. Sara's Nook is going to be the next biggest thing to hit town. All she needs now is to steer clear of the hunky ex-Navy SEAL who is hell bent on taking all her focus away from starting her own business.


Allen Masters has been living in Pride for several years. Setting up a new branch of the Coastguard and training all the new recruits took years of skill and all his patience. But when he sees the black-haired beauty, who had come back into town, he realized she was the one he'd been searching for. Taking one taste of her sweets, he knew he'd be in for a sinful time, but losing his focus while flying into the eye of a storm was the last thing he could afford. 

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Kristen S. Walker and the Woman Warrior


Welcome Kristen S. Walker, author of A Flight of the Marewings. Kristen talks of the woman warrior. If you like what she has to say, enter to win a copy of her book, or go and buy one.

The Controversy of Female Warriors in Fantasy

I grew up in the 90s when “girl power” was a popular catchphrase. I was surrounded by fantastic female warriors: Xena the Warrior Princess and Buffy the Vampire Slayer from television, Alanna the Lioness and Aerin the Dragonslayer from books. Even Disney, known for their passive princesses, released a movie about Mulan, a Chinese woman disguised as a soldier. I eagerly read historical accounts of women like Anne Bonny, Mary Read, and Joan of Arc. I loved to follow the adventures of all these amazing women who could kick butt! (Also, shout-out to my niece-in-law, who joined the Air Force and became a modern female soldier!)

But recently, when I wanted to write about warrior women of my own, I made the mistake of asking for help. And while other writers and fantasy fans had helped me create everything from flying horses to mage-scholars, I received a huge amount of negative feedback when it came to women fighting. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised at the backlash, given how female combatants are still controversial today, but the vehemence of their responses shocked me. “Those are such a cliche, and they’re not realistic at all,” they complained. “These feminists want to push their agenda into stories, but in a medieval world, real fantasy doesn’t have these fake women warriors.” Here are some of their arguments and my rebuttals.

Women are Weaker Than Men
"So many people forget - or ignore - that the gulf between traditional male and female roles wasn't an accident.
Whether it’s swinging a sword or drawing a bow, pre-modern fighting needs some amount of strength. And the average woman is smaller and weaker than the average man. But does that mean that women can’t match men in a fight? Not really. Like most human traits, physical strength is distributed on a bell curve. The bell curve for women’s strength is below men’s, but there’s actually a lot of overlap. So there are actually some women, on the high end of the curve, that are stronger than even the “average” man. Not everyone fits perfectly into averages. And we can see that today, while pre-modern fighting techniques and martial arts are more of a hobby than actually used in warfare, there are women who can learn how to wield a sword, joust on a horse in full plate armor, shoot a bow, or become a black belt in karate.

Women Have to Make Babies to Sustain the Population
“If women were allowed to fight in wars, then the whole population would die off.”
It’s true that we do need at least some women to reproduce, and more women than men are needed to produce babies because women take more time and energy to be pregnant and give birth while one man can father children with many women at the same time. But wars are not usually ongoing—you’re not losing half of your population to battles every year (if you are, then there’s bigger problems with your society!) Armies are typically gathered from only a fraction of the population. Why can’t a few women be allowed to join? After all, some women are barren, some women in medieval societies didn’t have children for personal choice—for example, nuns take a vow of celibacy. Not every single woman is needed simply for reproduction 24/7. If you can spare some men, you can spare a couple of women to go with them.

Traditional Values Won’t Let Women Fight
“Ignoring gender differences, while aesthetically more pleasing, is pretty "fantastic" even for fantasy stories.
Because our society happened to develop in a certain way doesn’t mean that every society has to develop the same way. We can see that there are differences in societies and cultures in our own world. Why does a fantasy world, that exists in a completely different set of circumstances, have to have the same values as ours? In particular, we can think about why certain values might have become a tradition (perhaps because of religion, or a philosopher’s teachings) and then change those specific conditions in our fantasy world. Why not imagine a society that believes women’s maternal instincts make them value human life more than men, so they are better commanders in war because they will make choices with more compassion? Or a society that believes (like modern-day Israel) all young adults should give a certain number of years of service to the military before they can join a profession or start a family? There are many stories to be told out there, and they don’t have to be constrained by a pseudo-medieval Western European clone.

Pushing Modern Values Makes Fantasy Unrealistic
"Almost every woman has felt (to a greater or lesser degree) that experience of being subjugated in some way for having been born with the substandard plumbing. People also write their wish-fulfillment.... Anyone who has felt the aforementioned experience wishes she could do something heroic and spectacular to change it."
Some people think that politics shouldn’t be in fiction. But every choice that you make as a writer comes from what you believe in, and whether conscious or not, the stories you tell reflects your biases. Why do you have to be constrained by the values of a particular time or society? And our ideas of medieval European life aren’t always that realistic because we’re viewing them through a modern lens of books that were written by men. If you dig for the information, there were women warriors in virtually every period of history from ancient Vikings to modern gangs of women in India. Some of them dressed as men to hide from the constraints of their time, but others fought openly, and they were good enough at it that we’re still talking about them centuries later. Is it accurate to say that we can’t have even a few women warriors in a fantasy world that doesn’t even exist when there were real women who fought and killed and died in real wars? And is that really the kind of history that we want to celebrate?

So Here’s My Cliche Feminist Women Warriors
I didn’t let all of the naysayers discourage me and I wrote what I wanted. A Flight of Marewings, the main character Korinna joins a mercenary company called the Storm Petrels. In my fantasy world, the main governments, little city-states, don’t have their own armies, so they hire these mercenary companies to do their fighting for them. Mercenary work is actually viewed as one of the lowest professions in their society, so most of the people who become fighters are driven to it by a lack of other options. But they do allow women who want to join. They’re a minority, but they’re treated equally. And I’m not the first author to do this. Elizabeth Moon used her own experiences as a Marine to write about men and women in a mercenary company in her Deed of Paksenarrion series. I don’t mind following in those footsteps!

Links to More Discussion of Female Warriors in Fantasy

A Flight of the Marewings

Korinna's life gets turned upside down when the ghost of her father suddenly appears. Her father was duke of Kyratia City and he wanted Korinna to marry his warlord, the foreign mercenary Galenos, and inherit his title--but the city's Council has other plans. When the Council denies Korinna's right to rule, she decides to join Galenos's mercenary company and tame a wild marewing in order to take the city by force. But people whisper that the late duke's untimely death was murder, an induced madness that forced him to dance himself to death--and now that madness is spreading. Can Korinna become a marewing rider and conquer Kyratia in time to save everyone?


Author Biography

Fantasy author Kristen S. Walker dreams of being a pirate mermaid who can talk to sharks, but she settles for writing stories for teens and adults. Her new novel, A Flight of Marewings, tells the adventure of a duke's illegitimate daughter who must stop her father's murderers--by taming a dangerous monster. A Flight of Marewings is now available in print from Amazon and digitally from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords and other ebook retailers. To read a sample chapter or check out Kristen's pirate pictures, please visit kristenwalker.net. You can talk good books, cats, or medieval cooking with Kristen anytime on Twitter (@KristenSWalker) or Facebook.



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Saturday, December 21, 2013

Christmas Story

Today, I have a guest author, Mysti Parker's, Christmas story to get you in the Christmas spirit. Just four days away.


The Carpenter's Wife
by Mysti Parker
     Her screams jarred the peaceful night. A donkey brayed. From the rafters overhead, startled doves flew away in a burst of annoyed coos and wing beats. The young woman was no stranger to childbirth, having assisted her own mother on many such occasions in their village. But here they had no one to call upon for help. The thought occurred to her that she might die, that the stunning proclamation had been a dream, that their little family was no more important than any other.
     Her husband knelt in front of her, holding her knees apart. He didn’t flinch at her cries, nor did he look her in the eye. Only a brief crease in his brow indicated any concern on his part.
     She treasured that one gesture, listening to his monotone instructions, straining to hear the slightest hint of his love. “Push. Good. Now breathe.”
     The contraction eased. She allowed her head to fall back on the rolled-up horse blanket he’d provided when the pains began. The months had crept along until this night. She thought about the quiet dinners they shared back home. About all the times when he caught her staring at him while he focused on his bread and lentils. Their stagnant marriage teetered on this one event.
     She had known all along the doubt remained, but she was so grateful for this man who had taken her in despite everything. He worked tirelessly until his hands blistered and bled. His furniture was highly regarded, yet he never boasted. She admired the pride he took in his creations, and she loved to watch him work. Wood surrendered to his skilled touch. Chisels and saws were like an extension of his limbs. She wanted nothing more than to be the wife he deserved, yet the desire to pick up a doll or chase her younger siblings down the dusty streets still pulled at her heart. And, of course, people still whispered.
     Another pain. Then another. Wave after wave. Sweat poured from her brow. The surroundings blurred with every excruciating squeeze. She felt the baby leaving the warmth of her womb, coming closer to the chilly night. Would he be all right? What if something she did while he was in her womb caused him to be stillborn or crippled?
     “Push! I see the head. It’s almost over.”
     His voice was louder, his eyes wider, sparkling with more excitement than she’d ever seen before. She focused on his face, on the promises of God, and pushed with all her might.
     The child came in a sudden whoosh, leaving her weeping with relief and a feeling of emptiness. Her husband caught the baby in the softest bit of cloth he could find, supplied by the innkeeper, perhaps out of guilt for their lowly accommodations.
     “It’s a boy!”
     “Is he all right?”
     The baby cried, easing her fears. Her husband nodded. “Yes, he’s beautiful, like his mother.”

     She smiled through her tears at the joy in his voice and his beaming smile. He cut the cord and swaddled him as gently as if he were his own child. Then, he handed the tiny infant to her. She took him in her arms, astonished at how insignificant the boy felt within his wrappings. Red, wrinkly, and bald, he didn’t look like anyone that could save the world. Yet, as her husband wiped tears and nestled close to her side for a better look at their son, she knew that this tiny babe had already resurrected Joseph’s heart. The rest was up to God. 
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