Silver Sword

And so the business world had better beware. Because I am officially a part of it.

And here is my proof.

This is Silver Sword, my gorgeous English Golden Retriever and first of many to be a part of my new (only half named) business.

The business is going to be called Silversword....something. Shyre, perhaps. (Twist off Shire). Or something totally different. I am thinking and praying about that one.

And since she is my first, I decided to give her the honor of bearing the company name!!! Isn't she a CUTIE!!!!!

And this is my second puppy. She is unnamed yet. All of my dogs I am going to research sword names for. I have found a few that I like, but I am giong to wait to see her in person before I name her. We will be going to be pick her up next weekend. This is a pic her current owner sent to me. Isn't she darling!!! She is much tinier than Silver.

And, now, a blog I recommend you check out!!! (This is aimed at Cait, but I know the rest of you would enjoy this too!!!)

Enter the Writer's Lair ~ if you dare....

This is a friend of mine, named Mary. She writes fantasy. Her book is on its way to the publisher!!! I just read the whole thing (last night ~ don't tell anyone... I went to bed at 1:40....) :D

It is INCREDIBLE!!!!! WOW! I love my friends. Over and over... they are all so talented and precious. I can't wait to see what God does in their lives.

So pray really hard the publisher will be uber impressed by her book. Because I was.


Here is another small selection from my book. Let me know what you think!!! :D

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or a full moment, Merrie stared at Cyrus. All she could picture in her mind was Senator Antistius, cold, disapproving, stern. Nameless fears crept over her. How could she inform Claudia’s father of what she had learnt, when she could not even face Claudia! The very idea of an interview with him sent chills shuddering up and down her back. She had learned early on that the best way to please him was to keep out of his way. She didn’t want to bother him. She had never been in danger of his wrath. And Messalina kept her safe from ever incurring it.

But now… She shook her head. Senator Antistius was a man of no scruples and limited patience. Not one of the slaves felt at ease in his presence. None of them ever braved a word to him unless directly spoken to. Merrie had lived in his household seven years and could only remember speaking to him twice. She knew the only longing in his heart was to expand Rome’s welfare and Rome’s glory. She had no part in that, so she was less than unimportant.

“Merrie?”

Cyrus’s voice cut through her thoughts.

“Aye,” she whispered, lifting her eyes to meet his in the darkness surrounding them.

“You must do it.”

“I can’t,” the desperation rose in her voice, nearly choking her. “You know what he is! How can you ask this of me?”

Cyrus’s hand felt cold against her shoulder.

“It is the only way. You must see that! If you cannot go to Messalina and you do not want to speak to Claudia, you have to go to their father.”

Merrie’s breath streamed out and fogged in the damp stable air. “It won’t work,” she protested.

“Trust me. Very little works in Rome, when you are a slave.”

Ó Pure Grace

So long for now, darlings!!!

CKC