THE LAWS OF EVANSVILLE




Iris knocked on her dad’s office door. “You got a minute?”

Steve Evans looked up from the stack of papers on his desk. “Sure, what’s up?”

She stepped into the home office. “Just some school stuff I wanted you to take a look at if you have time. Ms. Jenkins, my American government teacher, gave us a weird assignment today and it’s turning out to be a lot harder than I thought.”

“What does she want you to do, lead a rebellion?”

“Very funny.” Iris handed over a few hand written sheets of paper. “But that might actually be easier. Some of us were bickering before class started about things in the news. Before it was over the whole class was involved in a real shouting match about how things should be done. She turned our play into homework. She wants us to make up a country and then draft a list of laws to run it with.”

Steve handed the papers back to Iris. “You’ve got a good start here. Why don’t you read them out loud and we’ll discuss them?” He sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his blue eyes focused on her attentively.

Iris shrugged. “OK.” She shuffled the papers. “Law number one. Every citizen of Evansville…I named my country Evansville.”

“I saw that.”

“OK. Every citizen of Evansville, regardless of gender, race, or ethnic background will serve two years in the military following their high school graduation.”

“Everyone? How about the handicapped?”

“Even someone in a wheelchair can type and answer phones. I think it’s a valuable learning experience.”

“We’ll come back to that one. What’s next?”

“Number two. Every citizen of Evansville, who desires to do so, may pursue an affordable college education once their military time is served.”

“How is Evansville going to fund that?”

“Daad…”

“Valid question. Go on.”

“Three, English will be the official language of Evansville.”

“Exclusively?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“What?”

“When?” Steve tilted his head back and studied the ceiling. “Say, someone comes to Evansville from Irisland…”

Iris snorted. “Irisland?”

Steve rocked forward with a grin. “One of my favorite places to visit. Anyway, how long are you going to give them to learn English and what are you going to do if they don’t?”

Iris frowned at him. “You are making this harder than it already is.”

“No, but you can’t make, or enforce, laws if you don’t understand them. So, how long?”

“Six months.”

“Really? How’s your French coming Miss second year president of the French club?”

“That’s not the same thing, French is really hard.”

Steve lowered his chin and stared at her over his reading glasses.

“Alright.” Iris scribbled notes on her paper. “I’ll rethink that one. Number four. Every citizen of Evansville will be entitled to affordable healthcare.”

Her dad’s loud burst of laughter filled the room. “Now I see where this assignment came from. I’m not even going there. Continue.”

“Number five, all citizens of Evansville, regardless of income, business holdings, or social status will pay an income tax of 10%. No deductions, no exceptions, no exemptions.”

“That might be the only thing on your list I really agree with. How many more do you have?”

“Just one more. Number six. Evansville will be completely neutral. No involvement in the affairs of other countries, no alliances, no borrowing, no foreign aid.”

“None?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?”

“If we aren’t sending money to other countries we’ll have what we need here.”

Steve nodded at her simple logic. “What about wars?”

“We leave them alone, they leave us alone.”

Iris crossed her arms while her father studied her. “What?”

“Well, referencing law number one, Evansville will have an army.”

“Yes, strictly defensive, and exclusively ours.”

“So you won’t be planning any invasions, but you won’t be helping the country next door.”

Iris nodded her head.

“So, if big bad dictator from across the ocean wants to drop a bomb on Irisland, you’re good with that?”

“No, I’m not good with it, but it’s their war, not ours.”

“And what if the bomb lands on the border of Evansville and Irisland and the chemical agent it releases bleeds over into your country?”

Iris dropped her hands to her sides. “Oh, I give up!” She brought the papers up and ripped them in half.

“What are you doing?”

“Abdicating.”

Steve laughed and tossed her a roll of tape. “Tape those back together and go back to your room and type them up. You did fine.”

“But…you shot every one of them down.”

“Did you learn anything?”

Iris looked up from taping the first page. “That I don’t want to be a politician. That it isn’t as easy as it sounds. That for every solution there’s two hundred more questions.”

Steve circled the desk, put his arm around her shoulders, and guided her to the door. “And that sweetheart was likely the lesson Ms. Jenkins was trying to teach.”

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In SIX WEEKS, Clash of the Titles opens its doors for submissions to the 2014 Olympia.


The Olympia is COTT's yearly contest for unpublished writers. The submissions are judged by their audience—readers well-versed in Christian fiction yet not associated with the CBA industry.
Authors write for readers, so why not have readers be the judges?

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Memory's Door--A Supernatural Thriller


Clash of the Titles brings to you best-selling author James Rubart's latest novel, Memory's Door.
"The prophecy brought them together—
to fight for the hearts of others and set them free."


But the Wolf has risen, and now their greatest battle begins.

The four members of Warriors Riding have learned to wage war in the supernatural, to send their spirits inside people’s souls, to battle demonic forces, and to bring deep healing to those around them.

But their leader Reece is struggling with the loss of his sight. Brandon is being stalked at his concerts by a man in the shadows. Dana’s career is threatening to bury her. And Marcus questions his sanity as he seems to be slipping in and out of alternate realities.

And now the second part of the prophecy has come true. The Wolf is hunting them, and has set his trap. He circles, feeding on his supernatural hate of all they stand for. And he won’t stop until he brings utter destruction to their bodies . . . and their souls.


PURCHASE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

Quick Bio

Grew up: Pacific Northwest: Seattle, Spokane, Kirkland, WA

College: University of Washington. B.A. in broadcast journalism

Work history: Started off on air at a radio station, then went into sales

Other job: Since ’94 he's owned an ad agency/marketing firm. Find out more about my other gig here.

Favorite memories: They come from jumping off cliffs with his boys, water skiing together, long walks & talks with his wife, and going deep with friends.


WHAT OTHERS ARE SAYING:
  "This was an incredible book. I will be ordering the first book in this series as soon as I am done with my finals this term!!"
  "It was amazing to read how James L. Rubart was able to weave all these powerful messages into a story that read seamless like a movie playing. I would highly recommend reading this book for anyone who loves to become part of another world but have the message infiltrate in his or her heart." 
  "I loved this book. There is even some romance sprinkled in, amongst the thrilling battles and the page turning suspense. You will wonder who The Wolf is - and who Tristan and his friends are - are they good? Are they bad? You will be sad to see Marcus have to decide between the past and the future. You will see the characters face lies that we fall for every day."


OH BABY...week 40


AND IT'S...IT'S...IT'S...A BABY!


So, who is Terri's mystery man?
Is the baby a boy or a girl?
What did they name him/her?

All great questions that I can't answer here since it would give away the ending to:

THE WOMEN OF VALLEY VIEW: TERRI


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(and no, the baby on the cover is NOT Terri's baby.)

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Blowing on Dandelions


This week, Clash of the Titles, presents Author Miralee Ferrell's latest release. It's "a powerful novel that blends the warmth and heart of historical romance with a deep exploration of difficult family dynamics." Scroll to learn how to WIN a copy of the book!


Blowing on Dandelions
Book 1 – Love Blossoms in Oregon
by Miralee Ferrell

ABOUT THE BOOK: 
In 1880 Oregon, Katherine Galloway, a widow, must raise her daughters and run a boardinghouse alone. But when her controlling, outspoken mother comes to live with her, and with her older daughter who has just turned thirteen, the pressure on Katherine becomes close to overwhelming. She must find the faith, wisdom, and courage to transform her life and relationships, especially now that new-in-town widower, Micah Jacobs, begins to capture her heart.

Ferrell speaks to women’s heartfelt strugglesfrom family dysfunction to single parenthood—-while offering faith-filled hope, all wrapped in an uplifting, true-to-life romance.


PURCHASE:


Win a copy of Blowing on Dandelions, Miralee’s newest historical romance! Stop by her blog and answer a couple of simple questions to enter the drawing for a signed copy.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Miralee Ferrell is multi-published in contemporary and historical romance, is a speaker, accredited counselor, and American Christian Fiction Writers chapter president. She and her husband enjoy horseback riding, sailing, and family gatherings around their eleven-acre property in Washington State’s beautiful Columbia River Gorge.

Where you can find Miralee:
Website:  www.miraleeferrell.com

WHAT READERS ARE SAYING: 
* Living It Out by Shai
“ . . . I think one of the best themes behind the book, is the way Katherine handles her very difficult mother. She manages to show what the bible says in honoring thy mother. A fantastic example of ordinary life working to live out the gospel. I would recommend this book to anyone, including my teenage daughter. It was a delightful story that captured not only my attention but my heart as well.”
* Blowing on Dandelions has an Unexpected Depth, by M. Myhren-Bennett "Blooming with Books"
“There is an unexpected depth to Blowing on Dandelions that is hidden within the covers. A valuable lesson to look beneath the surface of a person's personality to see the true person is wrapped up in a delightfully entertaining story. I for one look forward to reading the future installments of this series and learning more about the people of Baker City, Oregon.”
* Captivating story about family and love and forgiveness, by ~Cindi
“This a sweet story about love, family, forgiveness and hope. I really enjoyed the friendship that forms between characters. The author has a nice way of disclosing each one's spirit needed to bring them to life. Having the strength Katherine has, proves that following what the Bible teaches is possible, but not necessarily easy . . ..”

REVIEWS:
“Ferrell (The Other Daughter) examines the many facets of love and relationships in this sweetly moving historical romance, the first in her LOVE BLOSSOMS IN OREGON series. … Katherine's interactions—with her mother, her daughter, the church quilting club, and the new man in town—are explored in a wonderfully realistic fashion….”
—Publishers Weekly

“In her sweet historical romance novel, Ferrell shows readers the struggles that women, especially widows with children, faced when they tried to make a life for themselves in the Oregon Territory in the 1800s. It was a hard life, and only the strong could make it.”

ENDORSEMENTS:
“Ferrell has created characters you’ll root for, and the attitudes feel appropriate for the time in this tender romance. The relationships of mothers and daughters in this story speak deeply of the need for acceptance, love, and respect from one’s parents.”
 -Susan Page Davis, award-winning author of the Prairie Dreams and Texas Trails series

“ This is more than a heart-tugging romance—though it is that—but it is also a mind-challenging read that will leave us in a different place than when we began.”
 -Kathi Macias, author of Red Ink

“In Katherine Galloway, Miralee Ferrell has created a woman who models grace. As the story unfolds, readers see Katherine's faith lived out in a way that's authentic, challenging, and encouraging. “
-Stephanie Grace Whitson, author of The Quilt Chronicles series

BROKEN WINGS By DIANNE PRICE

I'm dedicating this week's blog to Dianne Price and the dream she left behind. Dianne passed into the arms of our Heavenly Father a couple of weeks ago, but her dream and her memory live on in the work she leaves behind.


A tragic childhood has turned American Air Forces Colonel Rob Savage into an outwardly indifferent loner who is afraid to give his heart to anyone. RAF nurse Maggie McGrath has always dreamed of falling in love and settling down in a thatched cottage to raise a croftful of bairns, but the war has taken her far from Innisbraw, her tiny Scot’s island home.

Hitler’s bloody quest to conquer Europe seems far away when Rob and Maggie are sent to an infirmary on Innisbraw to begin his rehabilitation from disabling injuries. Yet they find themselves caught in a battle between Rob’s past, God’s plan, and the evil some islanders harbor in their souls. Which will triumph?
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This is what her publisher had to say:

Aug. 25th, 2013.  To those of you who didn't have the pleasure of meeting Dianne, she was a wee woman in a bomber jacket with a Scottish brogue who wrote a beautiful six-book romance set in the 1940s featuring an RAF nurse and an American bomber pilot. I met Dianne four or five years ago when she sat down at a writers conference(OCW) for an editing appointment with me. Behind a few pages of heavy backstory, a gorgeous love story waited. She soon hired me as her editor and I went through thousands of pages of her novels. Her words brought us closer and closer together until we became loving friends. She shared with me about a year ago that she had a slow moving liver cancer that was terminal, but the average life span after diagnosis was 15 years, so we had plenty of time since she'd been diagnosed around the time we'd met.

Two weeks ago, Dianne shared that she didn't think she had much time remaining on this earth and she was desperately finishing editing Book Six. Tonight, just one week before Book One, Broken Wings, releases, and mere hours after I finished the last edits on Book One, she went on to be with the Lord.  

How blessed we all are that her legacy lives on in these stories. Please read Broken Wings, fall in love with Rob and Maggie and the isle of Innisbraw, and pass the word. (Book Two, Wing and a Prayer, releases in October!)

Please enjoy an excerpt from BROKEN WINGS, book 1 in the THISTLE SERIES.





Isle of Innisbraw, Outer Hebrides, Scotland
August, 1938

Stay! Don’t go! Maggie McGrath struggled to ignore the words screaming in her mind. She tucked a tissue-wrapped sprig of heather into a fold in her battered traveling bag. Too dry for the fragrance to linger, but she’d put it in a drawer. When the longing for home shredded her heart, she’d hold the fragile, purple buds close to her nose and imagine the sweet scent perfuming the air every summer.
Her fingers trembled as she fastened the bag and looked around the wee bedroom she’d shared with her younger brother, Calum, for over half of her life. His box-bed unmade, sheets and bed plaid in a muddle. A ragged sweater and pair of soiled trousers crumpled on the floor. Tears burned her eyes. Typical of a nine-year-old lad who lived for the day he would be old enough to crew a fishing trawler. Och, she would miss him so terribly.
Heedless to those words still torturing her mind, she pulled the sides of her waist-length black hair into a celluloid clip at the top of her head and dragged her bag into the cramped room that served as the cottage’s living quarters and kitchen.
Her father stood at the small, deep-set window above the sink, his face toward the morning sun colouring the cloudless blue sky with a soft blush of orange.
The bump of her bag over the rough stone-flagged floor seemed to rouse him. He placed his cup of tea on the scarred table and walked toward her, arms outstretched. “Ready are you to be off then, lass?” He enveloped her in a hug, the tweed of his jacket scratchy, yet so familiar, against her cheek.
The soft cadence of the Scots he spoke threatened to crack her resolve. She’d hear only English in Edinburgh. I cannot stay. I have to go. A sigh. “Aye, as ready as can be.”
“I know ’tis hard.” He stepped back and wiped a tear from her cheek. “But in a bit over twa months I’ll join you in Edinburgh.”
She wanted him to beg her to stay, to refuse her opportunity to study at the Edinburgh Royal Infirmary’s Nursing School. But why would he? It was her dream, the culmination of everything she had studied for, including four years at a boarding academy on the Isle of Harris where she had learned to speak English as fluently as her father. Hard years, those. Painful raps on her knuckles when she spoke Scots, followed by humiliating mockery from the English-speaking students.
His warm hand rested on her shoulder. “On you come, lass. I’ve a pottle of strong tea waiting.” He poured tea into her mother’s treasured china cup. The burden in her heart lifted a wee bit. It seemed only fitting she embark on her journey into womanhood after drinking from her mother’s legacy. If Elizabeth McGrath had survived the birth of her laddie, Calum, she would have been proud of her daughter.
Maggie added heather honey and milk to her tea and stood in front of the glowing peat fire, shivering from an inner chill no flame could warm. It was already gone 0530. In less than half an hour she would be saying “guid-by” to all she held dear. And how would Calum fare? “Are you certain Calum will be all right staying with Morag and Alec when you leave?”
“Och, the lad’s spent most of every winter with the MacDonalds since you started academy.” Her father settled into his rocker with a grunt of satisfaction. “And he’ll have a bed to himself now, what with their Graham going off to school.”
A few strands of grey invaded his dark brown hair and short beard. When had that happened? It seemed only yesterday he’d rocked her in his lap and sung silly ditties in Scots or the Gaelic to soothe away her tears from a skinned knee or bad dream. That had all changed ever-so-gradually over the years. There was no question he loved her and Calum. But as head of Orthopaedics at the Royal Infirmary, he now spent most of his time in Edinburgh. Only one short three-month visit beginning in August and a weekly radio call the rest of the year to fill the aching void in their hearts.
Her heart cried out to recapture those carefree childhood days when her life revolved around family and friends, this wee stone cottage with its thatched roof, and her beloved green island. But she would be eighteen in a few months—old enough to fall in love, marry, and have her own bairns to rock.
And old enough to voice the one subject she’d never dared broach aloud. “Are you never coming home to open your infirmary permanently?” Maggie choked out the words. “I know what you do is important, but Calum needs a faither, no’ just fishermen who have their own lads.”
He stroked his beard, avoiding her gaze. Was he considering an excuse—perhaps something familiar, that he told himself every day to assuage his guilt?
She shouldn’t allow such words to ruin her last moments at home. Leaving her untasted tea on the table, she dashed to the door, pulling it open with a jerk. Even the pervasive scent of the heather covering the towering slopes of Ben Innis and tumbling in purple splashes down braes and over hillocks brought no solace as she raced to the low, dry-stone wall separating their croft from the path which ran across the high, flat top of Innis Fell.
Tears pooled in her eyes, blurring the harbour below and the Minch stretching to the horizon, its waves capped with white horses whipped to a gallop by the brisk morning breeze. What if the rumors of an imminent war with Germany came true? Everyone on the island was talking about Hitler’s invasion of Austria. Would he be satisfied to stop there or would he want more and more until all of Europe erupted into flames the way it had in the last Great War? Calum was too young to serve, but what about Graham MacDonald, Mark Ferguson, and the other lads on Innisbraw? Their ruddy-cheeked, innocent faces swam before her eyes. How many would die? How many would never come home to take up sheep or cow crofting or fishing with their fathers?
Her father came behind her and his strong arms pulled her against his chest. He rocked her back and forth for a moment before speaking. “I canna leave my work yet, Maggie. I’m on the brink of perfecting a new technique for repairing compound fractures. Mebbe when you’ve finished your training we’ll come back together. I’ll need a nurse at our infirmary, and in the meantime, Elspeth and Hugh have promised to write often.” He squeezed her shoulders before his steps faded away on the scudding breeze.
Maggie bit her lip to keep from weeping aloud. She couldn’t bear to hear the names of her two dearest friends when she wouldn’t see them for at least two years. Elspeth NicAllister had been her surrogate mother since Calum’s birth. Hugh MacEwan, the island’s minister and other anchor in her life, had never been too busy to offer words of encouragement or scriptures to give her guidance.
Och, Heavenly Faither, please help me be strong, for You planted the need to help others in my heart. Help me remember the honey-sweet scent of the heather, the sound of the sea sooking on the shore, the tumbling burns and shaded glens, even the plomping rain and skailing winds of winter. But most of all, give me the faith that I’ll come home to Innisbraw someday.

Dianne Price fell in love with writing at the age of five. Her father was a barnstorming pilot with a bi-plane and she was bitten early by the dreaded “flying bug.” She attended the University of California, Santa Barbara and met and married the man God had prepared for her—an aeronautical engineer. After their five children were in school, she burned the midnight oil and wrote three novels, all published by Zebra Press. When her husband died only three years after he retired, she visited the Outer Hebrides Isles of Scotland, where her husband’s clan (MacDonalds) and her own clan (Galbraiths) originated. Many yearly trips, gallons of tea, too little sleep, and a burst of insight birthed her Thistle Series.

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