The Civil War battlefield is the last place Quakeress Faith Cathwell thought she’d find herself. But with a gift for nursing, Faith seizes this opportunity to join the fight for abolitionand to search for Shiloh, a freeborn childhood friend who was kidnapped and sold south by unscrupulous slave catchers.Knowing it’s much too dangerous for her to search enemy territory alone, Faith enlists the help of Colonel Devlin Knight, who is indebted to her for saving his cousin’s life. A career soldier, Dev is committed to the preservation of the Union but conflicted about freeing his own slave and confidant, who plans to enlist as soon as Dev gives him manumission papers.Blazing a trail east with the rest of Grant’s army, Dev and Faith fight their personal battlesand a growing attraction to each other. When beliefs clash and passions flare, they quickly find that the only thing more dangerous than the war surrounding them is the battle within their hearts.
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By Lyn Cote, Danika King
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On the road toward Jackson, Mississippi, Colonel Devlin Knight glimpsed the gray riders heading straight toward them. "Charge!" Dev shouted. His men spurred their horses forward. The two forces clashed. Gunfire exploded around him.
Dev aimed and fired his pistol till it emptied. The Rebs crowded around him. No time to reload.
He whipped out his saber, slashing any Reb within reach. Black smoke obscured everything. Then, under a unique cockaded hat, a face he recognized appeared through the murky, choking cloud.
Dev nearly suffered a saber thrust, but he parried. Threw the Reb from his saddle. Dev plunged forward toward Jack. Was it him?
More troops surged from the rear and the skirmish expanded. Dev lost sight of the face. His saber weighed heavily. He kept his seat, twisting and turning, meeting enemy after enemy. His eyes streamed with tears from the powder. And the gunfire deafened him.
He fell back behind the front. Reloaded his pistol, then plunged again into the fray, the gray Confederate wave regrouping. Dev fought for his life. Had it been Jack? No time. A Reb wheeled his horse and headed straight for Dev.
God, help me.
* * *
Darkness was easing in lazily, the western sky toward the Mississippi River blazing brilliant pink and gold. Dev slowed his horse and tried not to make a sound. He wanted no one to see him.
The skirmish had ended not even a half hour ago. After sending his unit back to camp, he was going in the wrong direction — toward the Rebel lines, the enemy lines. The moans of the wounded drew him, led him.
An image from the past: Jack shoving Bellamy, cursing him; Dev stepping between them; the stunning blow ... He shut out the past. No time.
He began picking his way around dead bodies till he came to where he thought he'd seen Jack fall. And his eyes had not deceived him. There Confederate Captain Jack Carroll lay, staring up at the sky. His horse was nibbling grass nearby.
Jack turned his gaze to Dev. "Come to finish the job, Yankee cousin?"
Only Jack would mock the hand that came to save him. "Yes." Dev swung down from his horse. When he knelt beside Jack, he bit back a gasp. Both Jack's arms were bleeding and one was splintered, the bone poking through the skin.
He whipped off the kerchief around his neck and tied it as a tourniquet around one of Jack's arms, then pulled two handkerchiefs out of his pocket and secured them together for the other arm. "I've come to take you to the surgeons."
"So they can chop off both my arms? No thank you, Dev. I'd rather be dead."
"I don't blame you," Dev admitted. "But I'm taking you with me anyway. A good surgeon might be able to save one arm."
"I don't want your help." Jack cursed him long and low.
"I'd never be able to face your father or my mother if I left you here like this." Or face myself.
After shoving Jack's distinctive hat — its side folded up and pinned with a miniature lone star flag — into his jacket, Dev slid one arm under Jack's shoulders, the other under his knees, and rose. Jack struggled, swore, and then passed out.
Just as well. Dev managed to sling him facedown over his saddle before he mounted the horse, grasped the reins, and turned away to head toward the Union lines.
"Stop where you stand," a voice from the trees behind Dev barked.
Dev raised both hands. "I'm taking my cousin with me to get him medical help."
"Your cousin, Yankee?"
"Yes, we're from Maryland."
"That man's from Texas."
"Yes, but he was born in Maryland on the Carroll Plantation ten miles from Baltimore."
"So you do know him."
"Yes. Now are you going to shoot me in the back or let me help my cousin?"
"So you'll shoot at him but then return to help him?" "That sums it up." Dev choked on the irony of it, but he'd faced this over and over, meeting men he'd grown up with and taking aim at them.
An ominous silence hung over the three of them.
"Okay. But God help you if you do him harm."
"God help me in any event." But he doubted God would do any such thing. Dev headed toward his camp, expecting to be shot by a sniper or Rebel straggler at any moment.
He'd fought in the Mexican War nearly twenty years ago, and his goal then had been to serve with honor and survive. He didn't think any man could expect to live through two wars. His lone objective now was to serve and, when the time came, to die with honor. That's what kept him going.
* * *
When Dev neared the Union camp, he cut off his cousin's gray military jacket and stuffed it, along with the cockaded hat, under his own jacket. He met the sentry, identified himself. But as he picked his way to his tent, he felt conspicuous, as if he'd be stopped at any moment. Fortunately, more than one skirmish had taken place today, so the camp was busy with care for the injured.
His manservant, Armstrong, stepped out of Dev's tent before he reached it. Armstrong always did this — heard him coming and was ready and waiting for him.
"Help me get him inside," Dev said, glad of his presence. "It's Master Jack," Armstrong said in obvious surprise. "Yes."
Armstrong didn't say another word, just helped carry the unconscious man into their tent. Then he looked at Dev, asking without words what he thought he was doing.
"I will turn him in," Dev assured him, "but first I need to see if at least one of his arms can be saved."
Armstrong gazed at the wounded man, obviously pondering. "The surgeons won't think twice about cutting them both off for sure. But I heard about one of the nurses. They say she better than the doctors. Miss Faith Cathwell."
"A nurse? A woman nurse? Better than the doctors?" "They say her patients mostly survive. Not all, but enough where some notice the difference."
"And you know this because ...?"
Armstrong looked him in the eye. "You know why, sir."
You found out in case I'm wounded. Dev gripped his servant's shoulder. "How can I find Miss Cathwell?"
"She tall with blonde hair. And if what I heard is true, she'll be in the thick of things near the camp hospital."
Dev nodded, turned to go, and then glanced over his shoulder. "Check his pockets in case he still has weapons on him. Keep him here."
His man's response was polite, but underneath it Dev read the unspoken question: What are you doing harboring an enemy soldier? Even if he is your cousin.
* * *
"Miss Cathwell? Are you Miss Faith Cathwell?"
Just outside the hospital tent, Dev found the woman Armstrong had described and whom three different Sanitary Commission soldiers had directed him to. Surrounded by wounded men lying in neat rows, she was kneeling over a patient, facing away from Dev. She appeared slender and was dressed in dark gray with a modest white cap over her hair, a white bonnet hanging down her back.
At his question, she didn't look up from her place on the ground but continued her work. "Yes, I am Faith Cathwell. What does thee need?"
A Quaker? He recoiled mentally, then paused, watching her care for a corporal.
She'd cut off the soldier's sleeve to expose his wound. She loosened the crude tourniquet above it. Blood oozed out. Rinsing the rag in a basin of water, she swabbed the wound, cleaning away the gunpowder and dried gore.
What possessed a young woman to do such ... disgusting, unladylike work? Yet her movements were deft and sure and gentle. His tension eased. "Miss Cathwell, I'm Colonel Devlin Knight. I —"
"This isn't the time or place for social calls," barked a doctor standing inside the hospital tent at an operating table.
The man's scathing tone shocked Dev with its rudeness. He straightened up with a snap, ready to put the man in his place.
Miss Cathwell looked up. "Dr. Dyson, is it wise to insult a colonel? He outranks thee." Her tone was pleasant with an edge of wryness. Then she glanced at Dev.
Miss Cathwell's appearance startled him. He'd not expected such a lovely woman to be here doing this lowly work. She had the pale skin of a lady. Her hair was flaxen, and the largest, greenest eyes he'd ever seen dominated her face. Now they considered him with a seriousness that gave him confidence he was doing right in seeking her out.
The colonel leaned close to her ear. "I need help for a wounded soldier. A friend."
She started to respond but paused to gaze at him, assessing. But her hands and nimble fingers continued searching the wounded corporal for, he supposed, any other wounds.
From the corner of his eye, Dev glimpsed Dyson turning away from the patient on the operating table. While the patient was being carried to another tent, Dyson moved between the nurse and Dev. "What do you want, Colonel? I'm the surgeon in this tent."
"My business is with Miss Cathwell," Dev said, straightening and giving full rein to his years of experience in intimidating subordinate officers.
Miss Cathwell rose. "Dr. Dyson, I believe thy next patient is ready for thy ... attention."
Two Sanitary Commission soldiers lifted the wounded corporal the lady had been nursing. They carried him unconscious across the tent.
The doctor glared at both of them.
Dev did not like the man's attitude, but perhaps the doctor had good reason to disdain Miss Cathwell. Certainly everything he'd heard about Quakers marked them as troublemakers. They'd stoked the fire that had ignited this war.
The disgruntled doctor moved away, muttering epithets.
Turning, Dev found that the lady stood nearly as tall as he, and she was regarding him intently.
"Please, I need to get on with my work," she said for his ears only. "How may I help thee?"
He struggled only a moment with caution, with his guilt. He lowered his voice and asked, "Will you come to my tent?" He motioned and gave her directions. "My wounded friend is there."
Calling Jack a friend was an outright lie, but since Dev had already aided and abetted the enemy by bringing him back here, he felt he had no choice but to continue the deception.
She tilted her head like a bird. "I am only a nurse, not a doctor."
Dev nodded. "Will you come?"
Again she studied him. "Yes, when I am done here. If thy friend is bleeding, keep applying pressure, and please have water warming for me along with any bandages thee can find. However, if thy friend is beyond my skill, thee will have to bring him to the surgeons."
Dev found himself snapping to attention as if leaving a superior officer and could not think why. "Until later, miss," he muttered, nonplussed at his own reaction.
She didn't reply but dropped to her knees by the next soldier and, after giving him a sip of water, began examining his wounds.
Then a snide voice yanked Dev back to his surroundings. "If you want your friend to survive, you would do better to trust me than a woman." The surgeon's words cut the air like a whiplash as Dev strode away.
What am I doing? Asking a woman, a Quakeress, for help?
* * *
Faith wished she could completely ignore Dr. Dyson's venom. Like most Army doctors, he hated female nurses in general — but Dyson hated her in particular. Was that why she'd agreed to help the Union colonel with the Southern accent? To flout Flynn Dyson? The colonel contrasted with Dyson not only in demeanor but also appearance. The colonel had a seasoned look about him, deep-set blue eyes with wrinkles around them — no doubt from years of squinting in the sun — and a gleam of silver at his temples. Perhaps he'd even served in the Mexican War as so many officers had done in their twenties.
Across the large tent, Dyson's muttering became louder and more insulting.
Faith focused her mind on the soldier she was tending.
"Miss ... would you ... pray for me?" the soldier asked between small gasps.
She looked down into his young, gunpowdered face then and realized that she'd been thinking of the colonel and only going through the motions of preparing this man for the doctor. More and more she concentrated on wounds alone, not on the faces of the men she tried to help. Did that make it easier to do what she did?
"What is thy name?" she asked.
"Private Browning, miss."
"Thy first name?"
She pressed her hand over his and prayed aloud. "Father, Jedediah Browning has been wounded this day, as thee knows. Will thee give him strength to face this trial and bring him safely back to health and his family after this dread war ends? We ask this in the name of Jesus, thy Son. Amen." She patted his hand.
"Thanks. I feel ... better."
Faith nodded, but she wondered if this man would survive. Death lurked all around them. Were the fortunate ones those who were killed outright?
Faith continued to clean wounds and prepare men for surgery until finally the rows of men ran out. After all, this had been the aftermath not of a full-scale battle, merely a few skirmishes.
She rose and stretched her back, remembering her promise to the colonel. With a sigh, she washed her hands in the last of the basins of clean water, brought over by a Sanitary Commission man, and started off, wiping her hands on her stained and smudged apron.
Honoree, who had been working as usual within Faith's sight, caught up with her. "You are going to help that colonel's friend." More a statement than a question.
Faith nodded, her back aching and hunger gnawing at her.
"It sounds fishy to me. Why didn't he just bring him to the doctors?"
Faith glanced sideways at Honoree, who was a few inches shorter and several shades darker complected than she. Too unsure and tired to respond, Faith merely shrugged. They stopped at their own quarters, a large conical Sibley tent, to pick up Faith's wooden medicine chest.
Before long they glimpsed the colonel pacing outside his tent, like theirs but larger, befitting his rank.
"Colonel?" Faith said, having adopted the use of military titles out of courtesy, though it went against her Quaker ways.
Relief appeared to take the starch from him. "Y'all came." The Southern accent sounded stronger now, probably because of his fatigue and worry.
Faith's nerves prickled a warning.
Honoree sent her a glance that conveyed suspicion.
"This is my friend Miss Honoree Langston." Faith gestured toward her. "She's come to assist me."
With a slight flicker of surprise and a curt nod, the colonel opened the tent flap and waved them inside.
On one of the two cots in the tent, a man lay faceup. His upper body was bare except for a blanket. A tall black man, dressed neatly, stood beside him — no doubt the colonel's personal servant. Again wariness prickled through Faith.
She pushed it aside as she lifted away the blanket and viewed the man and his injuries. He was thin and pale and already burning with fever, his face flushed. Both arms had suffered gunshot wounds. Stained cloths had stopped the bleeding and one arm had obviously been shattered. The other arm appeared to bear a single gunshot wound. She knelt beside him and opened her wooden medicine chest. "Does thee have the hot water I requested?"
"A Quaker?" the wounded man squawked in a thick Southern drawl. "You bring me a blasted Quaker?"
Then Honoree gripped Faith's shoulder. "Look." She pointed toward the man's belt buckle, which read CSA, the insignia of the Confederate States of America.
And Faith glimpsed under the cot a crumpled gray felt hat with a cockade of a miniature one-star flag, the Texas flag.
"He's a Reb." Honoree stepped away and folded her arms. "What's a Reb doing here?"
"He's my cousin," the colonel confessed. "I will turn him in as a prisoner of war, but I didn't believe he would get the right attention if I did so before treatment. Please. Without good care he could lose both arms."
Faith sat back on her heels. "Thee is correct, but this is against everything —"
"I know that," the colonel interrupted.
"We help him, and he will just escape and keep on fighting," Honoree said flatly.
Faith felt torn. Honoree was probably right. "He might lose both arms even with careful nursing."
"Then leave me to my fate," the patient snapped. "I didn't ask for any special treatment." He cursed the colonel and her. Faith withstood the storm of insults, gazing evenly at the man. She'd learned this response from watching her mother face down slave catchers time and again. Wouldn't this man love it if she told him that?
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"Faith" by author Lyn Cote is Book Three in her Quaker Bride series. This Christian historical fiction novel is 384 pages and published by Tyndale House. This is the final book in the series but could be read as a stand alone. It is a nice historical romance, too. Author Cote writes the story of Faith in this book. Faith is a trained nurse and cares for Union soldiers. Her friend Honoree, born free but often mistaken for a slave, does, also. Her sister was kidnapped so she and Faith are going to try to find her. Another character is Union Colonel Devlin Knight. He is a career soldier with a servant, Armstrong, that would like to enlist in the army, too. All of the characters in this book are so well defined that I felt like I knew them. They were unique, not perfect, and well rounded. Faith quotes scripture and prays, both of which are important in any Christian novel. I really enjoyed this book. The plot was well researched, organized, and written beautifully. I loved learning about the Quakers. Usually I shy away from Civil War books. The atrocities that took place just hurt my heart even to read in a novel. This book tackles the issues of slavery, war, trusting God, hope, heartbreak, and what one is willing to endure for family. It provides a bevy of Civil War informational well as some on Quakers. There is action, danger, drama, inspiration, and romance. I wish I had read the other two books of this series before reading this one. I felt a bit lost at times wondering about the other characters. Author Cote did a great job filling in the missing pieces though. This was a very good book. I love books that not just entertain but teach me, also. I would highly recommend it. Anyone that likes Civil War, historical, romantic, or Quaker fiction will devour this well written book. I rated it 5 out of 5 stars. I received a copy of this book from The Book Club Network in exchange for my honest review.
I've read all three of the Quaker Brides by Lyn Cote, Honor, Blessing and now Faith. Faith was a wonderful conclusion to the series. Set during the Civil War, I learned history in a "fun" way. Lyn has done her research. Faith's mother has spent fourty something years hiding and helping slaves. Faith has carried that on into war as she nurses the sick and wounded. She faces some opposition from a particular doctor who does not like women being trained as nurses. It's interesting to me to see how nurses and blacks were perceived at that time period. Today male nurses are looked on sometimes as strange or unusual. My son is a male nurse and enjoys what he does. Being Quaker, Faith does not agree with war and violence but serves to help those that have been wounded. I wonder how she would deal with our time period and all the violence in our country between black and white? It sometimes seems times haven't changed all that much. Faith had an identical twin sister that she lost due to a measles outbreak. She also had a friend that was kidnapped and taken to sell back into slavery. Part of her reason to join the war effort was to look for her friend. She mentions her sister numerous times and feels that a part of herself is missing and will always be. There is attraction between Faith and a soldier in spite of his having a black man as a man servant. So you will find romance, conflict, realities of war, broken trust, as well as friendship, all in this page turning novel. I throughly enjoyed all three novels and will be looking to see what's next from the pen of Lyn Cote. I received this book from the publisher through Bookfun for my honest review which I have given.
Faith, by Lyn Cote, is part of the series Quaker Brides. It is set during the Civil War, Faith Cathwell is a nurse on the battlefield. She also decides to take part in the abolition fight. She also is using this time to look for a child who was kidnapped and sold as a slave. Faith asks Colonel Devlin Knight to help in the search. He agrees and, as they head east with Grant's army a romance begins to grow between them. This leads to many conflicts within themselves. I found this book to be well researched and very well written. I did not read the first book in the series, but I did not feel lost at all. I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys reading Historical Christian Fiction. I was given this book by The Book Club Network in exchange for my honest review.
Faith is the third installment in the Quaker Brides series by Lyn Cote. I am a huge history buff and loved the detail that Cote put into this book. When you are able to read an author that has the passion for each subject and time period it is invigorating. I cannot imagine living in this time period not knowing what is going to happen next. The full emotions of the characters makes this a must read series. If you haven't read any of the other books this can be read as a stand alone. I recieved this book from The BookClub Network for an honest review.
Faith, by award-winning author Lyn Cote, is a marvelous historical novel centered around the Civil War. Altho it is the third and last of the Quaker Brides series, it is quite easily a stand alone book. The author has done extensive research for this book and it shows...the reader can get an amazing picture of what war and nursing the wounded looked like during that era of the United States. Her characters are strong and likable, with realistic emotions and personal battles to overcome. The story flows well and quickly, the story of love and conflict, the journey of love for Faith, a young Quaker nurse, abolitionist to the center of her being and Devlin, a career soldier who although he fights to free the slaves struggles to release his own beloved servant. "A Quakeress caring for a man of war, an abolitionist caring for a slaveholder. Hopeless, foolish beyond measure." Cote has woven a very well defined story of faith and the hope of Heaven throughout the story as she deals with the unspeakable and seemingly unnecessary death and destruction of a country's civil war where families are often forced to take opposite sides. This reader will be looking for Blessing and Honor the first two books in the series. I received a copy of this book through The Book Club Network in exchange for my honest review.
This is excellent story about a young Quaker woman working as a nurse on the Civil War battlefields along with her friend, a free black woman. They are also searching for her friend's sister who was kidnapped and sold as a slave. Faith develops a relationship with a Union officer but the issue of slavery could come between them. The book is well written, captivating and hard to put down.
Lyn Cote's novels of the Civil War Era immerse the reader in a tense world of hate vs. love, slavery vs. freedom, and wars within and without vs. peace. Faith, #3,of the Quaker Brides, is the last of this magnificent series. Well-researched, we get a taste of the disdain for females on the front as we see the treatment Dr. Dyson and others give Faith and Honoree. We live first-hand the tension of those who fight to end slavery. yet own slaves through Devlin and his manservant, Armstrong. And of course, we get a wonderful, terrifying taste of history as we live through stragegy, battles, and their ensuing carnage. Lyn shows us Where peace can be found, if we are courageous enough to look there. This one goes on my keeper shelf! I was gratefully gifted this book from bookfun.org in exchange for an honest review.
Faith is the 3 book in the Quaker Brides series written by Lyn Cote. Faith and her friend Honoree are trained nurses caring for wounded soldiers for the Union Army. They have joined the group to have a chance to move south looking for Honoree's sister who was kidnapped years earlier. Faith, a Quaker, is known for her skills in treating the injured. Honoree is often mistaken for being maid, she was born free, not a slave. Faith often turns to Bible verses when talking with others and she prays with the soldiers. Colonel Devlin Knight, Dev, is a career soldier. He promised to write manumission papers for his manservant on his next birthday, but goes back on his word. He knows his manservant, Armstrong, wants to enlist in the army. He does not want Armstrong to enlist as he cares about him and does not want anything to happen to him. I like this book. It is a Christian historical fiction. The characters are well introduced. Even though it is the third book in the series, it was a very good story. The author has done a lot of research to write the story true to the time. We get to see the strength both Faith and Honoree have living in dangerous situations. And the determiniation they have in finding Honoree's sister. I received a copy of this book from Book Club Network for an honest review.
Faith Like a Mustard Seed Religion, race and gender work against good friends Faith and Honoree, as they attempt to tend to the Union's wounded during the Civil War. Many things cause an uphill battle for them. Faith is a Quaker, and that denomination's stance against slavery have many people blaming the Quakers for starting the war. Honoree is African American, and despite being free-born, is often treated less than equal, even by the Union troops. Although both women are trained nurses, that profession did not have any respect in those days. Many doctors viewed them as little more than women with loose morals, and not helpful, but a hindrance, to have with the patients. Both women keep persevering in their jobs because they have one goal in mind: find Shiloh. Years earlier, Faith's childhood friend, and Honoree's sister, Shiloh--despite being a free-born woman--had been kidnapped, and taken south to be sold as a slave. They have been following what few leads they have about where Shiloh might be. But at this point, Faith and Honoree must stay with the Union troops until they can find a way to safely investigate the areas that are still under Southern occupation. As the Union pushes closer to Shiloh's possible location, Faith becomes friends with Colonial Knight. Although he is a Union soldier, the Colonial has had a slave for many years, although he claims he will be giving him his freedom very soon. Despite Faith's growing attachment for him, Faith does not see how it could work for them since they have such opposite viewpoints about slavery. Other obstacles have occurred that make their search for Shiloh difficult. As winter approaches, even the Union camp is struggling with many hardships, and shortages. Faith and Honoree are pressured by their family and loved ones to return home where they will have plenty of food, and not have to live out in the elements. Both women have also faced dangerous situations since their search has taken place during war-time conditions. Faith and Honoree have to make a decision that they can live with. This was an amazing book. To be honest, I did not think I would enjoy it at all, but was surprised by how quickly the story drew me in. The author did such wonderful research, that this seemed like this story was about real people instead of a fictional account. The personal struggles the main characters have, along with their faith in God, all ring true. Although this is book three in the Quaker Brides Series, this story stands alone. I highly recommend this 5-star book to anyone who likes Civil War or historical fiction, as well as, anyone who enjoys a well-written story. Tyndale House Publishers has provided bookreadingtic with a complimentary copy of Faith, for the purpose of review. I have not been compensated in any other manner. All opinions expressed are my own, and I was not required, or influenced, to give anything but an honest appraisal. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.
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This was a wonderful ending to the Quaker Brides series. I laughed and cried throughout this book and had a hard time putting it down. Faith is a Quakeress who does nursing during the civil war on the front lines. She and her best friend are also searching for Shiloh a freeborn childhood friend. She meets Dev when he wants her to help his Injured Confederate friend. When they fall in love during the war can it last? I received a copy of this book from Tyndale for a fair and honest opinion.
If you enjoy books about the Civil War, this one brings you right on to the battlefield. We also spend a lot of time in the medic tent, tending to the wounded and dying. We meet the good and the bad of the doctors who take care of these men, and we meet Faith Cathwell and Honoree who are on a mission to find their captured and sold sister. They are also well-trained nurses, who are better than some of the doctors here. They are also on a mission to find Shiloh, a freeborn woman and sister who was captured and sold south. These women are in the war to try and find Shiloh as they travel south with the Union army. Now Faith is a Quaker and a pacifist, her family has helped runaway slaves, and is there to find her family and help the wounded, but God has placed a military man in her path, Col Devlin Knight. So in the mist of war and looking for there loved one both women are about to find romance, but will any of them survive to even live beyond this horrible war. The author has done a tremendous amount of research, and it shows in the excellent, page turning book, that I didn’t want to put down. I received this book through the Publisher Tyndale House, and was not required to give a positive review.
Faith is a captivating story! The third novel in the Quaker Brides series, Lyn Cote concludes the trilogy with a story rich in history and brimming with drama, danger, and romance! Civil War battlefields come to life as Quakeress Faith Cathwell nurses the wounded while searching for her childhood friend. When she meets Colonel Devlin Knight, a new battle is waged as Faith struggles with the feelings that begin to develop. Cote weaves fact and fiction into a most compelling narrative, one filled with depth and emotion. I loved Faith and Dev’s journey and the culmination of this wonderful series. While Faith is a stand-alone story, it does revisit beloved characters from previous books, Honor and Blessing. All three novels, as well as the series prequel, Where Honor Began, are recommended reads for fans of historical fiction. I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an unbiased review. All thoughts expressed are my own.
I really love a good war story. Not because of what it tells of (wars are ugly and horrible), but because when you read a well researched and well written story describing what it was like, you take a moment to pause and think about what so many sacrificed. This book helped to do just that. I really enjoyed the character development of both Faith and Devlin, but especially Devlin. I thought Cote captured the viewpoint of many in that era (not “pro” slavery, but not really stopping it either) and I thought his journey of overcoming that was done well. I also really liked Honoree and Armstrong. Yes, they were secondary characters, but played important roles and I appreciated there was some character development with them as well and not just background people. It was also great to see the characters from the previous two books (though not necessary to enjoy this one). Overall, I really enjoyed this series focusing on the roles Quakers had before and during the Civil War. They played such an important part in the fight for abolition and after. I hope this also inspires people to keep fighting many of those same battles we’re fighting today. I’m also going to go watch Glory now :). What are some of your favorite stories set in the Civil War? (Thank you to Tyndale Publishing for a copy of the book in exchange for my honest review) Originally posted at: http://booksandbeverages.org/2016/04/19/faith-lyn-cote-book-review/
Faith ( Quaker Brides ) By: Lyn Co te Faith is the third and final installment of Quaker Brides. Faith can be read alone , but I would say to read them in order. Lyne Cote pens a beautiful story of a brave army nurse , Faith, who takes the opportunity and fights for abolition, Faith is also looking for a child hood friend. In this story you can tell Cote has put a lot of research into this story. Lyn Cote writes of brave and strong women in Quaker Brides. I really enjoyed them all. I was given an ARC of this book for my honest review.
Author Lyn Cote hits a new high in FAITH, the third book in her Quaker Brides series. FAITH is the beautifully-told story of a brave and dedicated Union Army nurse who cares for the victims of a terrible war while searching for a childhood friend who was kidnapped and sold into slavery. Cote’s meticulous attention to historical detail never intrudes on the love story of Faith and Dev Knight, the slaveholding Union officer whose personal conflicts become very real. A particularly touching scene shows Faith sharing her Quaker beliefs with him, putting the eternal struggle of faith in a time of war in poignant terms. Any reader who watched the PBS series Mercy Street will be enthralled by this book. Marta Perry, author of the Pleasant Valley and Keepers of the Promise Amish series
Faith, the final installment in the Quaker Brides series, was a wonderfully deep and moving book and provided the perfect ending to the series. If you have not read the other books, Faith can stand alone. But, it is really worth it to read the whole series and see how the stories all weave together and learn how everything connects in the end. I loved this book! It was so interesting to watch as Faith and Honoree nursed the wounded and to hope that Colonel Devlin Knight made it through each battle that he faced. The author slowly led me through each scene, making me feel more and more connected to these complex people in this amazingly scary and difficult time. The characters had inner struggles to work through and goals they were trying to achieve. Learning what to give over to God was not easy for some. I loved the way this story and series wrapped up. It left me with a great respect for what people on both sides of the Civil War went through, yet hopeful for this family as they faced the years to come. I highly recommend this book and series. I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.