A Vicious Storm

The rain pelted down as if fired from a rifle, each drop lashing Andrew’s coat with more force than he thought possible. It seemed to him that the watery missiles would bore their way through the deck at any moment, bringing the small craft’s plight from bad to hopeless instantly. Somehow though, the deck, the…

The Mercenary Army

“One of his maxims was that if we cannot persuade our friends by reasons we must be content ‘and not bring a mercenary army to our aid.’” Oraul speaking of The Fox in C.S. Lewis’ Till We Have Faces I won’t get into the context within the story Till We Have Faces out of which…