November 25, 2018
New Story Release!
Greetings! I’m so excited about the fifth book in the Devonians Series! One of my illustrators (Rebeccah) did an amazing job of sketching out a scene for cover art again! This time her scene sketch is within the village of Covenant instead of along the banks of the Creek. It’s currently available in ebook format on nook and kindle.
The Devonians are space castaways who have developed a colony on a strange new planet (they name it Devonia).
This newest story, Fibbing Fishermen, begins after Alena’s Baby.
Michael Summers, who loves to go fishing, is listening to a Meeting lesson about Peter and the other fishermen who followed Jesus long ago on Earth. He starts daydreaming about going fishing. He knows they will have a long week or two of planting tubers so figures he’d better go fishing right now! But he doesn’t get permission.
For a peek into this newest story, read this excerpt from “Fibbing Fishermen!”
The big barn was open at the middle with the two big ladders and as tall as three houses stacked together! Michael had three fishhooks in his pocket. He always carried stuff in his pockets. He discovered a roll of the very slender braided twine in the big barn. While he was cutting two lengths of the twine that were twice as long as his arms outstretched, as his dad had taught him, Stephen Taylor showed up.
“What are you doing with fishing twine?” Stephen demanded.
Michael froze. He stammered, “nothing, why?”
“Nothing?” Stephen snorted, “looks like you’re going fishing to me.”
Michael didn’t say anything for a moment.
“If you let me go along, I won’t tell your dad,” Stephen offered.
“You don’t have permission to go fishing,” Michael said. He started looping the cut twine into a coil.
“Neither do you.”
Michael stammered, “I’m just fixing stuff.”
“You’re lying.”
Michael weighed his options quickly. No, he hadn’t yet left the meetinghouse grounds, so he wasn’t technically doing anything wrong yet. He could stop now and go back to listen with the others. But then he remembered how much work there was to come in the next week or two and how he wouldn’t get another chance to go fishing until all of the planting was done.
“I’m going to Ice Cube Creek to help with dinner,” Michael sighed, “two fishermen would catch more fish.”
Stephen smirked. He knew Michael didn’t have permission either.
The two boys sneaked off to the creek with their fishing gear.
Michael wasn’t sure what time it was, but his stomach was saying it was nearly suppertime. He’d skipped out on lunch, anyway. But they hadn’t caught any fish. His excuse didn’t really work without any fish. Michael was wondering if God had ordered all the fish to stay away from the two disobedient boys when a rustling disturbance pulled him from his thoughts.
… (be sure to find out what “disturbance” they encounter and continue reading Fibbing Fishermen here! Or browse all my titles and formats here!)
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~Nancy Tart