Saturday, October 24, 2009

Book Tour: K.M. Weiland - Behold The Dawn

I have the pleasure of introducing you to the fabulous fiction of K.M. Weiland. It’s a great honor to participate in her book touring itinerary by treating you to an exerpt from her brand new release – Behold The Dawn.

About the story...

Marcus Annan, a tourneyer famed for his prowess on the battlefield, thought he could keep the secrets of his past buried forever. But when a mysterious crippled monk demands Annan help him find justice for the transgressions of sixteen years ago, Annan is forced to leave the tourneys and join the Third Crusade.

Wounded in battle and hunted by enemies on every side, he rescues an English noblewoman from an infidel prison camp and flees to Constantinople. But, try as he might, he cannot elude the past. Amidst the pain and grief of a war he doesn’t even believe in, he is forced at last to face long-hidden secrets and sins and to bare his soul to the mercy of a God he thought he had abandoned years ago.

The sins of a bishop.

The vengeance of a monk.

The secrets of a knight.

The excerpt...

He ran a hand over the saddle, checking the Baptist’s flat-bladed sword where it lay snug in its fastenings on the near side. “Fetch the food purse.” She had kept it near her during the night, and he hadn’t asked for it. What he had told her about having nothing to fear from him would sink in better if he stayed away from her.

He gave the cinch a final check and tossed another glance at the sky. With blessings from both the weather and the saints, he and the lady could be in Orleans within the month—if the horse held out that long. He patted the courser’s shoulder. The horse blew through his nostrils and tossed his head. He was a far cry from the bay destrier Annan had lost outside Acre, but then the bay’s stamina probably wouldn’t compare w
ith the courser’s on a trek of this sort.

Without looking at him, Mairead handed him the heavy leather purse. “The horse should have a name.” It was the first offhand comment she had offered since he had met her two nights ago.

“I don’t name my animals.”

“Why not?”

He tightened the knot that would hold the purse to the saddlebow, then turned to where she stood fondling the courser’s dark head. Why indeed? The last animal he had named was the charger Lord William had gifted him with a few years before St. Dunstan’s. He had called the big stallion Caird. Since then, he had owned and
lost countless beasts, some through the tourneys, some to pay his debts. Marek named them all, but Annan never paid him heed.

Mairead looked at him, and he straightened. “Animals without names are easier to watch die.” It was as good a reason as any.

“Oh.” Her mouth set in a firm line once more. “I see.”

She didn’t see, but he hadn’t expected her t
o. She had known the shelter of her father’s and then Lord William’s castles for too long; she couldn’t realize that the pain and the death that filled a man’s life were bearable only when kept at arm’s length.

She didn’t look at him until he had lifted her onto the pillion, and then her eyes met his only for a moment. But it was an unguarded moment. And in it, he sensed again a flash of pain—raw and burning—and he was reminded that perhaps Lady Mairead of Keaton was a woman who knew pain all too well.

He could guess at the cause. He could piece together the import of her fear and of Lord William’s words and of everything left unsaid in her own statements.

But, that too, like all the horses he had seen fall beneath him in battle or forfeited for melee ransom, was something he needed to leave unnamed, lest he open himself to the realization of what had been done to her. Were he ever
to allow a crack to open in the mental barrier of sixteen years, that would be all the gateway his own pain and fear and anger would ever need.

He mounted, wincing at the groan of his old hip wound. Reining the horse around, he headed for the riverbank where the going would be smooth. Mairead did not brace herself with her arms around him as she had yestermorn during their escape from the prison camp.

He urged the horse into a trot to loosen its muscles. The courser stumbled, then righted itself, ears pointed ahead, hooves crunching in the

Annan glanced to his left. By now, the stranger on the donkey should be too far away to hear them. He rubbed the horse’s rough mane with his knuckles. Let the horse hold out. It was as close to a prayer as he had come in a long time.

The lady didn’t speak until the campsite had almost disappeared around the river’s bend. “He deserves a name,” she said.

The breeze, cool and still heavy with the damp of night, slid across the thickening stubble of his cheek, whispered secrets in his ear, then blew past him to caress the countess’s long hair.

Lines knit themselves deep in his forehead. H
e touched the horse’s belly with his heel, and the animal leaned into a canter. “Then name him.”

About the Author: K.M. Weiland writes historical and speculative fiction from her home in the sandhills of western Nebraska. She is the author of A Man Called Outlaw and the recently released Behold the Dawn. She blogs at Wordplay: Helping Writers Become Authors and AuthorCulture.

Now that your fiction fancy has been tickled you may want to watch the book trailer for Behold The Dawn.
I hope you have enjoyed having K.M. here at GrowUpDeep as much as I have.

Thanks K.M., it was a blast! Blessings for all your novel writing adventures. We look forward to more!!

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Monday, October 19, 2009

Hypocritical Noise

Take away from Me the noise of your songs, For I will not hear the melody of your stringed instruments. Amos 5:23

Dr. John Gill says that "during the time of Amos, the ten tribes, very probably, imitated the temple music at Jerusalem, both vocal and instrumental, and had their songs and hymns of praise, which they sung to certain tunes; but the music of these is called a noise, being very disagreeable to the Lord, as coming from such carnal and wicked persons; and therefore He desires it might cease, be took away, and He be no more troubled with it."

The people were living carnal lives and wouldn't completely turn back to the Lord. They wanted their idols, their unholy lifestyles and God too. It doesn't work that way!

This sounds so familiar. Today, a lot of people dress up and play church on Sundays but outside of that their lives are barely different than those who don't... sometimes worse. The greater shame is that churches are catering to these folks with "feel good" sermons that rarely mention the consequences of sin.

In many cases these churches are so politically correct that those living outwardly abominable lifestyles are applauded and promoted to positions of leadership. The word of God isn't preached except when misconstrued or it's convenient for accommodating the carnality of mere motivational speeches to luke warm or apostate congregations.

How utterly disgraceful and hurtful to God! Is it any wonder that He isn't interested in hearing their songs and instruments. Just a bunch of noise! The following verses come to mind.

Rev. 3:16 says - So then, because you are lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will vomit you out of My mouth.

John 4:23 says - But the hour is coming, and now is, when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth; for the Father is seeking such to worship Him.

Lord, I want to be a TRUE worshiper! You are worthy. Put in me a clean heart, pleasing in your sight and to your ear. I love you.

Photo is "noise" (google re-use)

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Rain of Righteousness

Hos 7:2 They do not consider in their hearts that I remember all their wickedness; now their own deeds have surrounded them; they are before My face.

Hos 10:12 Sow for yourselves righteousness; reap in mercy; break up your fallow ground, for it is time to seek the LORD, till He comes and rains righteousness on you.


Both of these verses are about works. I notice in the first verse that the ground of their hearts is hard. Their own wickedness doesn’t even occur to them… much less the consequences.

“… Now their own deeds surrounded them..” That sounds so creepy to me. In my over active imagination I see impish creatures leaping and encircling their creator (us) like a captured prize to present to God with glee and pointing fingers!

I can hear the sadness of God’s heart… in the word ‘now’. It’s like He’s saying … “now look what you’ve done”.

It’s hard to think that I am "before God's face" while here on earth, but I am. Nothing is hidden from Him, especially my heart.

The second verse encourages me to keep my heart tender to the Word, my relationship with God; to do good works and enjoy His mercy!

Lord, I want to dance in the rain of your righteousness. Thank you for your Grace and Mercy!!

Photo is: "Praise The Lord" (google re-use)


Sunday, October 11, 2009


from young days
long forgotten
arrives the smell
of caterpillars
kept in a jar
with a willow stick
sour dock and
beads of sweat
under a rusty white lid
poked with three holes

the smell is gone
before I am through with it

Photo is "caterpillar" (google re-use)

Friday, October 2, 2009

Hasty Consent

Dan 6:14 And the king, when he heard these words, was greatly displeased with himself, and set his heart on Daniel to deliver him; and he labored till the going down of the sun to deliver him.

Talk about drama! King Darius decreed that every man who petitioned god or man, except for him, for thirty days would be tossed to the lions. Shortly after, Daniel was ushered before the king a guilty man.

The decree was brought about by newly appointed governors and satraps vying for power in the newly acquired kingdom. They couldn't stand it that Daniel, because of his excellence was being considered for the top position over all of them.

They knew they couldn't trip Daniel up on anything except where his God was concerned. They knew he was faithful. Thus they requested the decree of king Darius.

What gets me is that the king must have been oblivious to the evil plotting of the politicians because he was quite concerned for Daniel's life. Why did he permit the decree in the first place? Once declared it couldn't be withdrawn so one would think it wouldn't have been issued carelessly! I'm convinced the politicians went to the king praising, flattering and groveling... fanning his pride to the point of blindness of their true intent.

Poor king Darius spent the entire night awake, fasting and worrying. Once morning finally arrived the king ran to the lions den and found Daniel alive. God had shut the mouths of the lions. What a relief!

Lord, how often does the evil one whisper flattery into my ear about some self serving situation? How often do I consent before fully considering a matter? Forgive me of my pride. Keep me from deception and give me discernment!

Photo is: Daniel in the Lion's Den (google re-use)