Sneak Peek - The Deliverer

One morning a melody woke me, drifting in from the sliver of window above my head. A long-whistle trilled and skipped through a playful chorus. My soul rose up in answer.

There was a time,

A time rich with days,

Before sad and lonely songs were sung.

There was a day,

A day rich with time,

Before men fought and beetles stung

---Linette in The Deliverer by Sharon Hinck