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SummaryA soccer mom is pulled into an alternate, pre-Messianic world to serve in a role like Deborah.
StatsGenre: Adult portal fantasy (real-world characters pulled into a fantasy world)
Series length: Four books Violence: Moderate fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Strong supernatural, clearly delineated Romance/Sex: Light to moderate, ranging from one non-explicit sex scene between a married couple to romantic subplot Christian/spiritual element: Overt Christian and allegorical elements Recommendation: Fans of fantasy or books with a strong faith element that encourages and makes you think. |
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The attic hideaway was all Mark's idea. He meant to be helpful, and I admit he had good reason to be worried about me. I couldn't seem to cope with the little things anymore--scrubbing jam off the kitchen counter for the millionth time, carrying decaying science projects out to the garbage, answering the constant questions from two teens and two grade-schoolers. Was I the only person in the house who knew where to find clean socks? |
The Restorer (The Sword of Lyric, Book 1)
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"Hills of Hazor take you," I swore for at least the tenth time since first light. My sword hacked at thick underbrush, but when I shouldered my way forward, a twig snapped back at my face. I cursed the day I'd met the last Restorer. It was because of her that I was battling through this forsaken forest below Cauldron Falls. My blade deserved a more substantial enemy. |
The Restorer's Son (The Sword of Lyric, Book 2)
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My mom was freaking out. She stared out the dining room window as if major-league monsters were hiding in the darkness beyond the glass. Give me a break. Our neighborhood was as boring as they come. Ridgeview Drive's square lawns and generic houses held nothing more menacing than basketball hoops and tire swings. Still, Mom's back was tight, and in the shadowed reflection on the pane, I could see her biting her lip. I wanted to crack a joke and chase the fear right out of the room, but I couldn't think of anything to say. |
The Restorer's Journey (The Sword of Lyric, Book 3)
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Frantic pounding invaded my dreams, and I bolted upright on my pallet. Angular shadows tilted toward me. The strident scent of stone and metal was unfamiliar and . . . wrong. Hazor. I was in my quarters in the palace, deep inside the capital city of Sidian. "Linette! We need you." Nolan's normally stoic voice gasped from the outer hall. |
The Deliverer (The Sword of Lyric, Book 4)
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