An excerpt from my work-in-progress historical fiction novel, The Thrall’s Sword!
“Would she ever realize her efforts to love him could never thaw his icy heart?”
(Glossary note: Iosa is the Irish word for Jesus)
“What am I looking for?” I whispered.
Tyra pulled her blanket up to her chin and stared up at the thatched roof above us.
“Sometimes I feel like there’s this huge space inside me, wider and emptier than a starless night. Nothin’ I do can fill it up. Nothin’ but God, nothing but the grace He has given us through Iosa. That may not be what you’re looking for, but it’s what we all need, Sigrid. If it weren’t for God bursting inside of me, I wouldn’t be able to stand Ragnar. I’d run. He’d catch me and whip me. I’d run again. But with God, I’ve learned to have compassion on Ragnar. I’ve learned to fill up this void with Iosa’s love and His… strength.”
Tyra gave a gentle, rippling laugh. “God is good, Siri. He is so, so
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