Where Darkness Isn't Dark by Avlon McCreadie

We never have to live in bondage or darkness.

Where darkness isn't dark

We never have to live in bondage or darkness. Each and every one of us has the ability to lift ourselves out of the darkness of circumstance and into the light. But how do we do that? When our marriages are falling apart, or our finances are a mess. When poverty, crime, illness, and death surround us daily. How do we find the light?

"Sometimes we forget to remember the little things. This book is a reminder." Nicole Garner

Genre: FICTION / Christian / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Religious

Language: English

Keywords: Uplifting, encouraging, hope-filled, spiritual, Hope, encouragement, RWG Publishing

Word Count: 33000

Sample text:

“We have to get back,” I was talking to Megan, my beautiful Meg.

“I know,” she sighed as she spoke.

I understood how she was feeling. A big part of me didn’t want to leave either. This field seemed to stretch out forever, and the tree we were sitting under was the only one in sight. There were plenty of bushes. But no trees. It was so peaceful.

The heat of the day was subsiding. The grass was dry and almost brittle in comparison to the soft sheet we were sitting on. I always have a sheet in the truck. Blankets give me the heebie-jeebies.

Do you know what I mean? When you rub your hand over a blanket, it gives you a gross feeling inside. Like when someone scratches a knife across a glass plate.

“We could plug-in later,” she suggested.

“I’m tempted,” I smiled “but we both know the benefits of spending time with everyone before we plug-in.”

“Why do we plug-in every day anyway?” she sounded a little annoyed. “Lots of people only plug-in every second day, and some only once a week!”

She had this look on her face like she was entertaining the idea. I moved over to her and took her by surprise attack. I pinned her down and started tickling her. She was super ticklish. I knew that. Her laughter filled the silent field and echoed back at us.

I drove her home in my dad’s ancient rattling truck. She lived just a few houses away from me on the same street. She stared at me while I drove.

“What?” I asked.

Book translation status:

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Already translated. Translated by Welington de Souza Vaz

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