This cover is simply for WIP use
I am praying about doing a novella series called Orphan Journeys - what links together the orphans in all of the novellas is that they traveled the American orphan train at one point in history. My first novella, as the Lord helps me to write it, is Journey to Love. Main character Marie Nixon has become a part of the Bowles' household in body, but she's not so sure about being the child they had always prayed for.
First two paragraphs:
Marie glanced down the row of children, and a shiver slipped up her spine. She took a slow, deep breath as she turned back to Mrs. Rawson. Look pleasant, Mrs. Rawson had said - was her pasted smile supposed to be their example? Marie pressed her lips into a small pucker as Mrs. Rawson attempted to give the final admonition before the crowd was admitted into the room.
The close eye of Mrs. Rawson urged Marie to answer the questions and examinations of the couples that crowded around her. According to Mrs. Rawson, who wouldn't want her? A sturdy thirteen-year-old with a back and mind to work. Or were they looking for a boy? Marie glanced sideways at the long line of boys - some bordering into manhood. The crowd was decidedly thicker there.
Most likely not the finished cover
Progress: first editing
Word Count: 66,500+
Projected finish date: summer 2016
About the book:
One day, everything was going smoothly: Daddy at work, the rest enjoying their winter break. But the next day changed everything. Edith struggles to accept the adjustments she has to make, feeling the sacrifice of each day. She has to choose whether she will resist the struggles and suffer or allow God to use these struggles in her life to grow her faith in Him.
Excerpt:
"Yes, we must have faith the grain of a mustard seed," Levi continued, "But where does our faith lie? 'Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.'" Levi laughed lightly. "I guess in our case we could say, 'Some trust in potatoes, and others in good crops.'" He glanced at Edith but she only replied with a faint smile. After a moment of silence, Levi sighed again. "Well, I'd best get a hoe to the field." He thrust his hands in his pockets and sauntered off.
It's not really that funny. She could not think of an argument or find fault with what Levi had said. Then, another Scripture verse came to mine: For we walk by faith, not by sight. By sight, she saw a potato crop that was not yet planted nor guaranteed to grow, her daddy who now did not know how long before he could return to work, doctor's bills which were undoubtedly piling up every day Daddy's hospital stay was lengthened, and certainty in nothing around her. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. By faith. What did she see by faith?
"Yes, we must have faith the grain of a mustard seed," Levi continued, "But where does our faith lie? 'Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the Lord our God.'" Levi laughed lightly. "I guess in our case we could say, 'Some trust in potatoes, and others in good crops.'" He glanced at Edith but she only replied with a faint smile. After a moment of silence, Levi sighed again. "Well, I'd best get a hoe to the field." He thrust his hands in his pockets and sauntered off.
It's not really that funny. She could not think of an argument or find fault with what Levi had said. Then, another Scripture verse came to mine: For we walk by faith, not by sight. By sight, she saw a potato crop that was not yet planted nor guaranteed to grow, her daddy who now did not know how long before he could return to work, doctor's bills which were undoubtedly piling up every day Daddy's hospital stay was lengthened, and certainty in nothing around her. Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. By faith. What did she see by faith?
