Fire by Night (Refiner's Fire) (Volume 2)
Encounter the Civil War through the eyes of two very different Northern girls in this moving, Christy-award-winning novel--now with a brand new look!
It’s as if we’re forever drawn toward death—trying to stop it, trying to change the outcome somehow. … Only we can’t.” The despair in his voice alarmed her. She groped for words, desperate to say something to comfort him. “James, listen. Death is in God’s hands, not yours. It’s up to Him to decide who will die today and who will live. But life is in our hands. It’s His gift to us. He wants us to enjoy it, celebrate it, treat it as a treasured gift for as long as we have it and never ever take it.
Give you a few pointers, help you improve. You’re quick on your feet and strong. You don’t weigh as much as some of the other boxers, but you’re taller and you know how to think on your feet.” “To be honest, sir, I only got into it tonight because they were bullies. They were picking on someone smaller than themselves.” “That’s very noble. But wouldn’t it be even more rewarding if there was money involved? You could always use some extra money, couldn’t you?” “I don’t know. … Why don’t you ask.
Clothes were helping the preacher set up a pulpit made out of logs. The spring day was cool and breezy, but Phoebe felt trickles of sweat running down her neck. She halted. “Now what?” Ted asked with a sigh. “I’m too tall for them benches. Ain’t no place for my legs to go, and I just know they’re gonna start cramping on me before the time’s up. You go on. I’ll listen from here.” Ted studied her for a moment. “You’re going to sneak on back to our tent when I’m not looking, aren’t you?” When she.
Away from me.” Julia turned and fled down the road to her tent. She heard the soldier moaning as she approached. Julia stood outside for a long moment trying to calm herself, wishing she had held her tongue. Her hands were shaking. She told herself to focus on the soldier. He would need food. And water. She remembered that he—no, she—was filthy. Julia quickly gathered together what she needed and went inside. The soldier was tall, so tall her feet hung off Julia’s pallet. Her yellow hair was.
Overshadowed any loveliness. At least two other physicians had been performing surgery in the farmhouse along with Dr. McGrath, and Julia hoped to find one of them. With any luck, James would still be in bed, sleeping off his usual hangover, and she wouldn’t run into him. When she spotted one of the army doctors sitting on the front step, blowing on a cup of coffee, she was relieved. But just as she reached the porch, Dr. McGrath came through the door. He didn’t look ill, for once, but rested.