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BLOGWORDS – Tuesday 9 May 2017 – TUESDAY REVIEWS-DAY – RELEASE DAY EVENT – WINGS OF THE WIND

TUESDAY REVIEWS-DAY – RELEASE DAY EVENT – WINGS OF THE WIND

Alanah, a Canaanite, is no stranger to fighting and survival. When her family is killed in battle with the Hebrews, she disguises herself and sneaks onto the battlefield to avenge her family. The one thing she never counted on was surviving.

Tobiah, a Hebrew warrior, is shocked to find an unconscious, wounded woman among the Canaanite casualties. Compelled to bring her to a Hebrew healer back at their camp, he is soon confronted with a truth he can’t ignore: the only way to protect this enemy is to marry her.

Unused to being weak and vulnerable, Alanah submits to the marriage–for now. As she comes to know and respect Tobiah and his people, however, she begins to second-guess her plans of escape. But when her past has painfully unanticipated consequences, the tentative peace she’s found with Tobiah, the Hebrews, and Yahweh is shaken to the core. Can Alanah’s fierce heart and strength withstand the ensuing threats to her life and all she’s come to love?

“This one’s alive.” The declaration seemed to come from far away, as if floating high above me,

the familiar language weighted with a foreign accent.

“Finish it,” yelled another disembodied voice. “We are to leave no man breathing.”

My eyes closed and I drew a deep breath, a shuddering inhale that would be my last. The enemy

sword would cleave the last of the life from my body, and I could sleep, fly to the gods, if they

deigned to receive one who had shunned them.

Nothing came. No sword. No end. I opened my eyes and a blood-spattered, bearded face

hovered over me with a confused expression. Soundless words formed on his lips. A woman?

My helmet was gone and my braid free. There was no escaping the fate that would now meet me

on this battlefield. My brothers, unrestrained even around their sister, had drunkenly regaled

me with stories of women in battle camps. Victors plundered women along with weapons and

supplies. Perhaps I would again lose consciousness from the pain of my wound and he would

kill me quickly after he sated his—

“Can you move?” His surprising question scattered my disturbing thoughts. The man thrust his

sword into his scabbard, pushed the dead men off my legs and body, and knelt beside me.

Cinnamon-brown eyes, full of conflict, met mine. A thick ragged beard covered his face and met

long, brown hair streaked with gold from the sun.

In my confusion and haze, I could not answer. Why was he waiting? Was he drawing out the

terror? Even if I could reach the dagger at my belt with my useless arm, there was no strength

left in me to fight.

He looked around, as if searching out someone to aid him. But instead of calling out for another

enemy to help slaughter me, he checked me for weapons and, finding my dagger, relieved me of

my last defense. “Rather not have that jammed between my ribs,” he muttered.

Then, in a baffling move, he slipped a small skin-bag from his shoulder and held it to my

parched lips. An explosion of cool, clean water poured into my mouth. I choked and coughed.

He placed a hand behind my good shoulder and lifted me, guiding me into a sitting position.

“Here, drink.”

With only a brief pause to consider his intentions, I lifted my mouth to the spout and guzzled.

The sweetest mountain-fresh water I had ever tasted doused the burn in my throat, stirring a

spark of life, of unwelcome hope, into my desiccated body.

“That arrow is in deep.” He examined my back but did not touch the wound. “I’ll find a healer.”

Why would this enemy, one whose face was streaked and speckled with the blood of my

countrymen, take me to a healer? He checked my other limbs and, satisfied that I was able,

helped me stand. A spasm of searing pain spiked down my arm and across my chest. The world

swayed and tilted. My knees collapsed. I was locked in his arms for a moment before blackness

engulfed me again.”

rem: Hullo, Conni, and congratulations on your new book! If you could live anywhere in any time period, where would you go?

CONNILYN: I’d probably be most interested in experiencing the early days of America, to see

the world of our founding fathers and see this beautiful country in its more original, pristine

state. Although I’m perfectly content with my coffee maker, my laptop and my wifi, so I’ll stay

here in 2017.

rem: I hear ya, I’d love to visit all kinds of different times and places—but give me my hear and now for home! Where did you find this story idea?

CONNILYN: I’d been discussing Rahab with my mom, since her bible study was reading

through Joshua and we were tossing around the question of why Rahab would have hidden the

Hebrew spies in spite of the extreme danger. So without giving any spoilers… Wings of the

Wind was born.

rem: And I love your twist on it! Well done! Who was the easiest character to write and why? The most difficult?

CONNILYN: Alanah was quite easy and very fun since I saw her quite clearly in my mind.

Tobiah was more difficult and I did not fully understand his character until the end of the book

and therefore had to go back to the beginning and tweak/re-write until he came to life more

fully. But I certainly came to love him along the way!

rem: I love them both and identify with Alanah a bit too well… What do you munch on while you’re writing / researching / editing?

CONNILYN: I don’t really have anything that I habitually munch on during writing, but there

are times when an emergency chocolate run to the store is necessary.

rem: Yes, emergency chocolate is a must have! What do you do to recover once you’ve typed “THE END?”

CONNILYN: Sleep. Lots of sleep. And I read all the books that I possibly can and binge on

Netflix to recharge my brain.

rem:  All the sleep, and all the Netflix! Good options. Congrats again and thanks for popping by! (and keep writing!)

 

Connilyn Cossette is the author of the Out from Egypt Series with Bethany House Publishers. When she is not homeschooling her two sweet kiddos (with a full pot of coffee at hand), Connilyn is scribbling notes on scraps of paper, mumbling about her imaginary friends, and reading obscure out-of-print history books. Born and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in Texas where she loves the people but misses mountains, tall trees and barefoot-soft green grass. There is not much she likes better than digging into the rich, ancient world of the Bible, discovering new gems of grace that point to Jesus, and weaving them into fiction. Connect with her at http://www.ConnilynCossette.com

  • “Days of trudging through the desert to meet the army in this valley had wreaked havoc on my body. Wounded skin flamed and throbbed where my sandals had stripped my heels and ankles raw during the long walk across blazing sand and stone. I closed my eyes and breathed steady, imagining the pain lessened with every slow exhale.”
  • “Something raw—an edge I’d never examined—began to throb. The dull ache in my chest dredged up whispers of questions I had never thought to ask, questions born from the sweet breath of mornings as I’d hiked through the fertile valley I loved, from the intricate structure of a purple-fringed passion flower, and from the vibrancy of a varicolored sunrise over the eastern horizon.”
  • “But Tobiah did not look at me the way they had. The way he’d touched me did not make me wish I were invisible, or cause me to curl up inside, wishing for death. Instead, I’d had to close my eyes to restrain the swell of hope that surged upward and clean my fists against the force of desire to make the too-small gap between us vanish.”
  • “Turning my back to the myths of my past, I set a quick pace. I kept the river to the east of us, as far away as possible while still keeping it in sight. Although I had no idea how we would find them, the river was my only guide toward the Hebrews.”
  • “It was our time to walk forward, to break the hold the wilderness had on us. It was time to claim Avraham’s promise.”

 

How many times have we gone against God and He rescued us anyway? How many times have we set our minds on the destruction—or defilement—of what He says is holy, and He saved us anyway?

 

Alanah is a Canaanite and she loathes the Hebrews. When she is rescued on the battleground instead of dying, by a Hebrew no less, her life course is changed.

As Yahweh speaks to her heart through the standard of His law—love—can Alanah shed a lifetime of teachings of Ba’al, shed her every notion of what a man is like and what women are worth? Can Yahweh truly use her for His purpose as He whispered to her that He would? Will Alanah ever accept the word of a man who has vowed to love and protect her and not abuse her?

 

Once again, Ms. Cossette has brought to life the culture of the Hebrews in the wilderness. Through Alanah, the reader is given a glimpse into the ugly and vile standards of pagan gods, and the destruction wreaked on the lives of their followers.

And yet Yahweh’s gentle hand gave wholeness to once-broken Alanah. This reviewer knows the struggle to accept love without condition, and through every page I both chastised Alanah for fleeing and felt her need to escape—felt the fear it would not last. I felt her sense of undeserving and worthlessness, so eloquently portrayed on every page and with every word.

Remarkable Tobiah, who stood by his oath to this enemy of his people, whose heart swelled with love and who refused to deny that love. I applaud Tobiah’s honor, and yearn for a man of such character. I felt the pain as his heart shattered and I walked with him through the emotions of torment, and commitment in spite of it.

Thank you, Ms. Cossette, for another story to cherish, a new depth of understanding of Yahweh’s sovereignty and the force that His Word is.

 

 

This book was given to me as a gift. I offer my review of my own volition, The opinions expressed in my review are my own honest thoughts and reaction to this book.

 

 

 

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