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Rivers of Gold (Yukon Quest Book #3) Kindle Edition
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Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information, Inc.--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Drifting in and out of a hazy sleep, Miranda knew nothing but the comfort and assurance that all was well. There was no sense of panic. No fear of the unknown. Her spirit rested in complete peace.
In her dreams, she saw herself as a young child, happily playing in fields of flowers, the mist of the ocean upon her skin, the salty taste upon her lips. She lifted her face to the sun and felt the delicious warmth engulf her. She would like to stay here forever. Safe and warm. Happily contented among the green grasses and colorful flowers. At times, a delicate aroma wafted through the air, delighting her further with the luscious scent of roses, honeysuckle, and lilacs.
Then voices called to her. Miranda didnt recognize the language, but somehow she knew the words were being spoken to her. She struggled to listento understand. With great difficulty she opened her eyes and stared into the brown, well-worn face of an old woman.
Miranda felt no sense of recollection at the sight of the serious countenance before her. The woman was clearly a stranger, yet she seemed so concerned, so gentle. A momentary tremble of fear seized Mirandas heart, but the womans tender touch made her realize the old woman was no threat to her well-being.
You wake up now, the woman said in a thick, almost guttural tongue.
Miranda opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Her mouth felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. Closing her eyes, she heard the woman call to her again.
No sleep. You make too much sleep. You wake up now.
The command did little good. Miranda had no energy for the task.
She felt the woman swab her face with a cool cloth. The woman gently urged, You wake up. You no die.
Die? Miranda wondered at the word as she listened to the woman chatter on. Wasnt she already dead? She couldnt remember what had happened to her, but she was certain that it had been a very difficult journey. It didnt startle her to think of dying or even of being dead. She merely wondered why she couldnt wake up. Werent you supposed to see pearly gates and hosts of angels after death? Nowhere in her church upbringing could she remember anything about brown-faced women escorting a person to their reward.
The woman forced water into Mirandas mouth. The cold liquid felt marvelous as it trickled down her throat, dissolving the cotton taste. How very pleasant, Miranda thought.
How is she? a masculine voice questioned in a decidedly English accent.
Miranda started to open her eyes, certain that she was about to meet God. Funny, she had never thought of him as an Englishman. She hesitated a moment. Didnt the Bible say that you would die if you saw Gods face?
Then it came to her. If this is God, then Im already dead and it wont matter. She opened her eyes, prepared to meet her maker. Instead, she met the compassionate gaze of dark brown eyes. The man had a gentleness about him as he leaned over her to touch her forehead.
I say, seems the fever is gone. Youll soon be right as rain. His dark brown mustache twitched ever so slightly as he offered her a smile.
What? Miranda barely croaked the word out.
The man patted her on the head as if she were a small child. Nellie will fix you right up. Youll see. Shes quite gifted in the ways of healing.
Miranda wanted to question the man but had no energy to do so. She watched in silence as he turned to the woman. His alabaster skin was quite the contrast to the older womans native complexion. His dark hair had a haphazard lay to it. Perhaps he had just awakened, or perhaps he wasnt given to worrying over appearances.
Ive prepared the herbs you asked for, Nellie. That should help considerably. Shall I put a pot of water on to boil?
The old woman nodded and followed the man. Miranda wanted to call out to them and beg them not to leave her, but again her voice failed her. She tried to remember what had happened to her. How did I get here? But even as she worked at the foggy memories, Miranda knew only one thing for certain. This wasnt heavenshe wasnt dead.--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
- ASIN : B00B5J50LE
- Publisher : Bethany House Publishers (February 1, 2002)
- Publication date : February 1, 2002
- Language : English
- File size : 1951 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 388 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #110,327 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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All in all good Christian read, if you can look beyond some of the authors view on doctrines including the state of the dead, which the Bible clearly states in 1 Thessalonians 4: 13-18.
If you enjoy Christian historical romance , you will enjoy this series.
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