Author and Novelist Glynn Young
“I was afraid, Dad,” Jason said, “if I said what had happened, then you or no one else would have wanted to adopt me.”
“My son,” Michael said, “while it may have shocked us to know, I don’t think it would have changed our minds.”
“I think I know that now, Dad,” Jason said, “but I was afraid you’d make me leave.” He paused. “Sometimes I feel I don’t deserve you and Mom.”
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At the British Museum
An older American couple stood in line ahead of them. “You have a beautiful child,” the lady said, turning toward them.”
Sarah smiled. “Thank you. Right now, I’m thankful he’s chosen to cooperate and just stare at all the pictures.”
The lady smiled and then looked at Michael. “I suppose people have told you how much you look like King Michael.”
Michael laughed. “I think I’ve heard that a few times.”
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“No one’s home,” said an elderly woman standing on the porch next door. “She left early this morning with a suitcase, so she must have been going out of town. Robert and his chum left a little while ago. They should be in school at this time of day.”
Michael said a short prayer of thanks for busybodies. “Did you see which way they went?”
The woman nodded. “To your right, likely for the square at the end of the block. Do I know you? You sound familiar but my eyesight isn’t the best.”
— From Dancing Prophet
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Canon Martin Land powered on his mobile, punching in a number he knew by heart.
“It’s Land,” he said. “I was watching the press conference.”
“I saw it as well.”
“The king’s involved,” Land said. “He could use this to further his reform cause.”
“You don’t know Michael. He will not use something like this. But if he thinks there is something bigger here, something worse than one boy at a London church, he will not let go.”
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He looked out of the window into the darkness of the underground. Almost ten months earlier, Trevor’s life had changed with a single phone from Josh Gittings, once the prime minister’s political assistant but better known as the PM’s hatchet man. Now chief of staff to King Michael, he’d contacted Trevor, asking him to meet with the king. Somehow Gittings had ferreted out Trevor’s hobby and avocation – monarchial law and history. The king, Gittings, said, needed help understanding the history, role, and legal considerations for being the monarch. Trevor had been as stunned as his wife and his colleagues on chambers. Never before had he been called upon to advise a king, and on a subject his colleagues often snickered at. They called him “The Monarchist.” That was then. Now they called him “The Rain Man.”
– From Dancing Prophet
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Martha Orlando at Meditations of My Heart posted a wonderful review of my novel Dancing Prophet today:
Deuteronomy 18:18
I will raise up for them a prophet like you from among their fellow Israelites, and I will put my words in his mouth. He will tell them everything I command him.
It is always a deliciously refreshing experience to bury myself in a compelling, engaging story, where characters jump off the page to sit next to you like a best friend, and the plot thickens with unexpected twists and turns. And that is precisely what happens when I have the privilege of reading Book Four in Glynn Young’s Dancing Priest Series, Dancing Prophet. Although Young masterfully crafts this novel as a stand-alone read, I can’t urge you enough to order the first three that you can find at Young’s blogger page, Faith, Fiction, Friends.
To continue reading, please see Martha’s Review at Meditations of My Heart.
An award-winning speechwriter and communications professional, Glynn Young is the author of three novels and the non-fiction book Poetry at Work.
