Chosen to save a people. Called to serve an enemy.
Plunged again into the gray world of Lyric and Hazor, Susan and Mark search frantically for their teenage son, Jake, as all signs hint that a trusted ally has betrayed them. Assassins, political intrigue, false leads, and near misses beset their path, which will lead them into the dark prisons of Hazor before the One's purpose is revealed.
Cast out by those he trusts and preferring to cross swords with the One rather than yield to His will, Kieran flees to enemy Hazor, only to find that the One knows no borders. Pursued by his calling, Kieran finds a boy without a home, a king with burning questions, and a nation torn by darkness. As he embraces the tasks the One has set before him, this new Restorer learns that the One requires his all—perhaps even his life.
About the Author
Sharon writes "stories for the hero in all of us" - uplifting and entertaining novels about ordinary people called to extraordinary challenges.
She's won several Carol awards for both contemporary Christian fiction and fantasy, and was a Christy finalist for The Restorer—a genre-blending adventure of a soccer-mom in an alternate world.
She holds an M.A. in communication, and worked for many years in arts ministry. In her various roles over the years as wife, mom, grandmother, church worker, choreographer, and writer, she has loved learning how God's grace pours into our lives in the midst of our weakness.
When she isn’t wrestling with words, Sharon enjoys speaking to conferences, retreats, and church groups. She and her family make their home in the mid-western United States.
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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.
A squint-eyed badger rambled out from a thornbush. Sniffing the air, it bristled and ducked back under cover. Wise plan. I was hungry. Stinging beetles landed on me from the low-hanging branches overhead. I swatted them away and stalked onward.
Why hadn't I convinced Tristan to leave her in Shamgar when she first turned up? A witness to his crime, and he had brought her to our refuge in the deserted city. Typical. He was a naïve idiot sometimes.
She hadn't looked very threatening that day — rain-soaked, bloody, and unconscious. If only I'd known then how much trouble she was capable of causing. What was that old saying? Don't judge a rizzid's menace until you see its teeth.
I recognized the danger she posed when a deep scrape on her face healed. Instantly. Hairs on my neck pricked as if I'd touched a misaligned magchip. I'd heard the old stories, but never seen it happen. It had been years since our people had chased after a mythic Restorer, but I knew the signs.
Exactly the kind of problem we hadn't needed. A Council spy or some other enemy would have been bad enough, but as I had watched her wounds vanish, I knew things were going to get very complicated.
And they did. I circled the trunk of a large spice tree and stopped. My hearing had grown unnaturally keen in the past days — keen enough, I hoped, to warn me if any Kahlareans lingered nearby. Cauldron Falls roared in the distance, and a few animals rustled in the damp leaves of the forest floor. Guardians from our clans patrolled the river below the falls. I should be able to hear or see some sign of them.
I frowned. Nothing.
I pulled another beetle off my arm and ground it under my heel, then pushed through a clump of bracken and caught a glimpse of the river. Water crashed from the hundred-foot falls and swirled in an angry mass at the base. The rocks had worn into a rounded bowl, earning the name Cauldron Falls. I hiked along the river's edge, picking my way over the boulders and scanning the opposite bank. The river surged, wide and rough, a natural barrier to protect our lands. Unhappily, upstream from the falls the river narrowed, and a gap cut between steep rock cliffs. The pass provided a natural pathway into our lands.
The trail to the top of the falls rose steeply. I sheathed my sword and grabbed the rocks to pull myself up. A few stones dislodged beneath my boots and crashed down behind me. I climbed faster. This was a bad spot to be caught by an enemy.
The river border used to be easy to guard, but lately our patrols were in danger from syncbeams — long-range weapons the Kahlareans used from cover on their side of the river. Tristan was worried about an invasion, so I agreed to check things out. He probably figured my trip would follow some historic precedent because a past Restorer gave his life fighting off two hundred Kahlareans at Cauldron Falls. Tristan liked traditions.
When I reached the top of the falls, I settled on a boulder, pulled out my gourd of orberry juice, and savored the loneliness. At my feet the water rushed by, violent and unpredictable, and I knew an instant kinship with the river.
The past few days had honed my irritation to a fine edge. After Susan and Markkel disappeared, Tristan begged me to present myself to the Council as the Restorer. I refused. He nagged. I snarled. Then he fought dirty. He sent my sister, Kendra, to talk to me. They'd been wearing me down. When I overheard Tristan talking about his concerns for the River Borders, I jumped at the excuse to leave. I couldn't stand any more of their earnest trust in me. The hope in their faces. The expectations I could never fulfill. Spare me from Braide Wood's overgrown reverence for the old myths. I wasn't the Restorer they looked for. It was a cosmic joke — a worse joke than the last Restorer had been. Susan of Ridgeview Drive, she called herself. No clan I'd ever heard of.
I pushed myself back to my feet and headed upstream. With luck I'd reach the outpost before the afternoon rains. The sky pressed low in the flat gray tones of midday. The air was warmer than in Braide Wood, and my tunic soon clung to the sweat on my skin. I knelt by the river's edge to splash cold water on my face, rub dirt from the stubble on my jaw, and rake some sticks and leaves from my hair. My black hair had always marked my status as an outsider. Even as a child I'd refused to hide my Hazorite blood. Instead I made the folk of Braide Wood even more uncomfortable by cropping my hair short, like the enemy Hazorites. It would have been impossible to hide anyway. Both Kendra and I took after our mother and had the thin frames and angled cheekbones of her heritage.
I straightened up and inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of pine and the tangy bite of the golden spice trees. The nonstop roar of rushing water muted my chafing thoughts, and some of the knots in my back loosened. I rubbed the back of my neck. The cave where I slept last night had an uneven rock floor. I could have stayed in Rendor's central city but decided I'd rather take my chances with the scavengers and bears than make conversation.
I adjusted my pack, shifting the weight to a more comfortable spot on my shoulders, and scanned the opposite shoreline for any sign of movement. With a little concentration, I could see small details from miles away, one of the few advantages of being the Restorer. A red-furred rizzid sunned on the rocks of the far bank, but I didn't spot any human enemies. I made a point to study the tree line closely. Kahlarean assassins were notorious for being nearly invisible in their hooded masks and mottled gray clothes. They would be a far greater danger than an average Kahlarean soldier, even one armed with a sync-beam.
I'd fought their assassins twice now and hadn't come off well either time. I suppose simply surviving an encounter with them should be considered a success — though I'm not sure my last experience counted as surviving. They were swift and silent, and even a scratch from their venblades caused fatal paralysis. And — my stomach knotted like a three-peg weaving at the thought — the Kahlareans were obsessed with killing the Restorer.
With a deep breath and another scan of the area, I continued upriver at a quicker pace.
The foul smell in the air was my first warning that something very bad had happened. I edged my way toward the outpost, waiting to be challenged by one of the handful of guardians assigned this patrol. Although some were young, the guardians tended to be well trained and should have been watching their perimeter. A droning sound buzzed through the air as I drew closer. Using a large tree for cover, I peered into the clearing near the pass. Three men sprawled on the ground in front of the outpost's hut. The low hum was caused by swarms of insects feasting on their dead bodies.
I ran forward and crouched by one of the still forms. No need to look for signs of life. They'd been dead several days. All three showed the charred marks of syncbeam blasts. One boy hadn't even had a chance to draw his sword.
Kahlareans. How many had slipped through the pass after killing the guardians? Was this the first wave of a full-fledged invasion, or were they clearing the way for another small group of assassins to make their way toward Lyric, hunting the Restorer?
Crunching footsteps startled me. I stood and swiveled my head, but too late. Three Kahlarean soldiers entered the clearing. I took a few slow steps back, thinking fast.
"You're late," one of the men growled. Like most Kahlareans, his huge black eyes and sunken chin reminded me of a cave insect. His skin was the unnatural white of a corpse. These soldiers weren't hooded or masked, and they'd stopped long enough to talk, so they weren't assassins. So far, so good.
I shrugged. "Look's like there's been some trouble."
The soldier laughed. "No trouble at all, thanks to your syncbeams. So where is the next delivery?" I rubbed my jaw. The Kahlareans had gotten their syncbeams from Hazor — from Hazorites with short black hair and angled features. I could work with that.
"Well, there's been a problem." I stalled, scrambling for inspiration. I could pretend to be from Hazor, but I couldn't produce a non-existent delivery of syncbeams.
The soldier drew his sword and stepped closer. My hand tightened over my hilt, but I didn't draw.
"We don't have time for games." He kicked one of the bodies. "They could be sending reinforcements anytime."
Show no fear. Show no repulsion. I decided to try for irritation. "Don't you get any news out here? Our armies took a beating at Morsal Plains. Hundreds of our own syncbeams were destroyed. We don't have any to spare right now."
The soldier tilted his head and rolled his bulbous eyes in my direction. "Then what are you doing here?" "Just making a friendly visit to let you know we're working on it. I can set up a new delivery time and take word back to Sidian in Hazor."
The Kahlarean shook his head. "Too risky. We're across now. Who knows how many more guardians will be sent here in a few days' time?"
I shrugged. Not my problem.
The Kahlarean stepped closer and grabbed the front of my tunic, his sword close enough to my belt to force me to suck in my stomach. It had just become my problem.
I lifted my hands away from my sword. "Relax. We can work something out."
"I'll tell you what we'll work out," said the soldier. "You'll escort a group of us back to Corros Hills right now to collect the delivery."
I laughed but regretted it when he twisted the fistful of tunic under my neck, all but cutting off my air.
"You can't travel through the clans," I said. "You'd be spotted the first time we tried to use a transport. And if we cut cross-country, it would take half a season."
"Not us," he said. "Them." He let go of me, and I stumbled back. Three figures had melted into the clearing. They wore gray hoods, and their faces were covered with cloth masks. Assassins.
Caradung, I cursed silently.
"Them?" I said. "Why would they want to go on a trade mission?" Even a weapons trader from Hazor would know that Kahlarean assassins were an elite group. They were the villains in the tales told around glowing heat trivets on cold nights — with good reason.
The soldier grinned. "They have a few things to take care of on the way, but that doesn't concern you. They'll have no trouble blending in. You" — he jabbed a fat finger into my chest — "get them to Corros."
This would be a great time for some special Restorer vision to give me a plan. I wasted a few seconds waiting. Nothing. I shifted my gaze from the assassins back to the soldier.
I could draw my sword. I might have a chance against the three soldiers, but how many heartbeats would it take for an assassin's dagger to fly through the air and lodge in my chest? I'd recover, but that would be even worse. They'd know exactly what I was. I shrugged and willed my coiled muscles to relax.
"All right. If they can keep up. I don't have time to waste in the clan territories."
The tallest of the three assassins walked toward me on feet that didn't make a sound. His large eyes looked into mine.
I hoped that with all their other talents they couldn't read minds.
Finally, he nodded once.
I started breathing again while sweat ran down my back. "When do you want to leave?"
The two other assassins looked at each other. The tall one in front of me gestured with his arm toward the edge of the clearing. I caught a glimpse of metal strapped to his wrist when his sleeve moved. A venblade. One of a host of silent and hidden weapons I knew he carried.
I needed to get word to Tristan about the outpost attack. I needed to get as far from these assassins as I could. I needed a drink — something stronger than orberry juice.
Instead I turned and led the way into the woods, my skin crawling at the thought of the three silent figures following me.CHAPTER 2
I TRIED TO THINK like a Hazorite arms dealer. Not too difficult. I'd made enough secret trips into Hazor in the past few years to slip into the role. "We can't approach Rendor. Too many people. Too exposed." I had to glance over my shoulder to be sure the Kahlareans were still behind me; they moved liked ghosts.
Their leader simply nodded once. Not much for small talk, this bunch. Fine with me. Less interruption while I plotted how to lose them.
We cut through the forest toward a remote station where we could board a transport through central clans to Shamgar. From there we could cross over the clay fields into Hazor. Less populated than the borders by Corros Fields and closer than the mountainous frontiers near Braide Wood.
We reached the first station at nightfall, just as the automated transport pulled in and powered down. Because the station was deserted, we set up a camp under the overhang at the side of the road. The assassins exchanged a few whispered words and divided the night watch, frustrating my plan to slip away while they slept.
I unbelted my sword and placed it close to hand, then wrapped up in my cloak and lay down, using my pack for a pillow. My fingers skimmed over the cracked leather of my baldric beside me. My second best. I'd given my good one to Susan. Resentful thoughts pulled at my mind, and as the sky turned black, I gave them full rein.
This new trouble was all because of her. Not that she would admit it. Her voice echoed in my mind: It's not my fault. I didn't ask the One to make you the next Restorer. Maybe. But she was way too familiar with the One. She seemed to get uncanny messages from Him. And if I didn't have her to blame, the only other place I could direct my anger was at the One.
I shot a glare toward the dark sky. I'd tried to set Him straight that first night. Even now my stomach twisted when I remembered that encounter. I'd fight off a hundred Kahlareans with venblades before I'd go through that again. A presence had drawn close to me with a power and intelligence beyond anything I could comprehend. A voice spoke to me — the words cutting deep into my heart and showing me truth I had managed to evade for decades.
No. The less I thought about Him, the better. I pushed my frustration aside, along with a couple rocks digging into my back, and managed to doze.
"There's been a change in plans," a voice hissed near my ear. My eyes flew open to confront the nightmare of a masked face inches from mine. I shot upright. My hand scrambled for my boot knife before I remembered where I was.
Large eyes above the fabric mask squinted in amusement as the tall assassin waited for me to catch my breath. "We need to go to Lyric first," he said in a hoarse whisper. Behind him, only a hint of gray lit the predawn skies.
I scraped a hand over my face, trying to wake up. "Sorry. Can't do that. Too dangerous."
The hooded head moved slowly side to side. "Not for us. We have business there."
Terrific. They were probably still hunting Susan. Someone on the Council had let out word that Susan was the Restorer, because right after the battle of Morsal Plains, Kahlareans came after her in Braide Wood. Maybe I should take these three to Lyric. Markkel and Susan were safely back in their own world now. The assassins could hunt all they liked.
But too many people knew me in Lyric. How could I keep up my charade of being a Hazorite weapons dealer if we ran into anyone I knew? And if I didn't go with them, did I really want three assassins prowling Lyric on their own? "Keep your enemy within reach of your blade." It was an old saying and probably wise. Trouble was that meant staying within reach of the enemy's blade as well.
I scrambled to my feet, hitched my cloak over my shoulders, and looked around. The second assassin waited near the transport doors. The third wasn't in sight. Maybe this would be the time to take them out.
"You'll have to make that side trip without me. I can meet up with you later." I shifted my belt and used the movement to rest my hand on my sword hilt.
"You're wrong, Hazorite," said a low voice right behind my ear.
I spun to see the third gray figure. How did they do that?
"You will come with us," he said.
A breathy hissing sound came from the throats of the other two men, and their shoulders moved. They were laughing.
Never thought I'd live to hear a Kahlarean assassin laughing. Not a comforting sound.(Continues…)
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Sharon Hinck has created one of the most vivid and enchanting worlds in all of Christian fantasy with her Restorer series. If I were able to visit a fiction fantasy world, it would by Lyric. (Though I would struggle between that and Narnia!) I *love* Lyric - the people, the culture, their dedication to the One. But Lyric isn't all music and praise. There's a very real evil at work in the land, and the battles are fought with real weapons, both physical and spiritual. When the first edition of The Restorer's Son came out, it was my first introduction to the Sword of Lyric series. I read the book in one sitting, absolutely captivated by the story of Susan and Mark entering a portal to another world in search of their son, Jake. I was drawn to Kieran's struggle against the One's call on his life. The mark of a great writer is the ability for a reader to place herself into the story, and I was right there with Kieran as he ran past the borders of Lyric, and straight into an evil that chilled me to the bone. Now the extended edition is available, and I'm once again swept away to the world of Lyric. There's so much new, fascinating, thought-provoking, entertaining levels to the story! If you didn't read the first version, you MUST read this one. And if you did read the first story, you already know you MUST read this one!
The Restorer's Son Expanded Edition is the icing on the cake! For those of us who've come to love the folks of Braide Wood (& will admit to having gotten so thoroughly engaged in the stories, that we found ourselves praying for "Kiearan" and other characters in our daily quiet times!), RSEE (Restorer's Son Expanded Edition) is everything we loved about the original, and all that we secretly hoped would be added, since we couldn't get enough of the characters and stories the first time around! :-) I admit to being a bit of a Kieran fangirl (he's a bit Mr. Darcy, a bit Han Solo...exasperating and enchanting all at once!), so this book is a particular favorite in the series. I majored in English in college & took one whole semester of Lewis & Tolkien as my textbooks, so my taste in spec fic is pretty high & picky...!! Sharon Hinck joins an elite list of my favorite authors who know how to use the vehicle of fiction to tell the One True Story & to tell it well. Thank you, Sharon!!
In her Sword of Lyric series, Sharon Hinck created an amazing world to be found through the portal - Lyric, Braide Wood and Hazor, and wonderful characters like Susan, Tristan, Kieran and Linette. While the original edition of The Restorer's Son was a can't-put-down experience, Hinck's expanded version takes us deeper into this world, into battles between good and evil, between hardened hearts and the One who sees all, knows all - loves all. Not even the tough and hardened, reluctant hero Kieran can stand against the persistence, and love, of the One. Following Kieran into battle, watching his struggle to accept his call and lay down his will before the One, makes us consider our own daily struggles to be more than we are. The additional discussion guide, the added surprises that Hinck has included, make The Restorer's Son Expanded Edition even more impactful. This is not a book to be taken lightly - it is to be experienced. Journey with the characters, sing their songs, even eat their food. You'll be left wanting more! And you will be changed by your experience with the One.
I loved this series when it originally released...a shock for someone who is not a fantasy person. I'm thrilled that it's been rereleased with additional scenes and lots of goodies added in. If you didn't read this series the first time, do yourself a favor and read it now. It is wonderful!
The Restorer's Son was just as captivating as the first book in the series. I enjoyed following Kieran on his spiritual journey, even though I wanted to smack him a few times. I can't wait to read the third one, I'm sure it'll be just as good!
This book was just as good as the first one. I can't wait to read The Restorer's Journey!!!
Another winner in the Sword of Lyric series by Sharon Hinck, The Restorer¿s Journey is an action-packed fantasy grounded in harsh reality. The narrative alternates between two main characters: Susan, the Restorer/soccer mom from the first book, 'The Restorer' who becomes a prisoner of the Rhusicans while her son Jake, the new Restorer, tromps around trying to find both his bearings and his courage. Jake struggles with his new role as the Restorer and tries to triage the multiple injuries of the land ¿ plus rescue his missing mother. Not a stand-out leader initially, Jake is knocked around, beaten up, tied up and taken for a forced march, and even killed 'several times' ¿ but heals from everything until he learns to follow the One¿s direction and truly be a leader for the people. After seasons of trial and suffering, the People of the Verses begin to restore order and return to their sacred roots. In the meantime, Susan is kept a prisoner of the sadistic mind-reading Rhusicans. Through her experiences of deprivation and mental torture, Susan connects even deeper with the One, and is able to forgive and pray for her enemies. The strength and reality of Susan¿s relationship with the One literally unhinges the Rhusicans so much ¿ this formidable power that they can see but cannot control ¿ that they decide to release Susan, who demands the release of all the other prisoners as well. Susan and the others escape and make their way to the capital city of Lyric as Jake and his army of Guardians are reclaiming the city. All in all, it¿s a riveting story. This is not a sweet bedtime book with a happy little moral at the end - it¿s not a standard fantasy novel in any way. It¿s a harsh spotlight revealing a couple of very real characters in deadly situations that don¿t play out easily. Both Jake and Susan suffer terrible things, yet each does so with an amazing attitude of gratitude to the One whom they serve. They continue to seek His face and direction regardless of their individual circumstances, whether they are running for their lives, or trapped and alone with no hope for relief or release. It¿s truly an astounding book to read. We all face trials and difficulties in our own lives. We may at times petition God to help us out of our troubles. But it¿s rare to choose to remain in the trial so that we might find God¿s will for us, for our lives. I know it¿s a struggle for me personally to be faithful and trusting when it seems like everything is crashing in around me. But it¿s good to be able to take comfort in a book that tells it like it is, and doesn¿t make light of life. Books like The Restorer¿s Journey are real sources of inspiration. It doesn¿t need to be non-fiction to be encouraging. And this book proves it. Sharon Hinck has truly become one of my all-time favorite authors. She has shown time and again that she can tell an awesome story and make it hit home with depth, passion and conviction. Her books have an honored spot in our home library, and I hope that many will find her works as enjoyable as I have.
The Restorer's Son picks up where The Restorer left off: Jake, Susan and Mark's teenage son, has slipped through the attic portal into the land of the People of the Verses, and Kieran is bitter and angry about his role as the new Restorer. Now the Mitchells must find their son, and Kieran must struggle with the One's purpose for his life. The Restorer's Son is a rollercoaster ride of action and emotions. You don't have to be a fan of fantasy to enjoy this book... the basic themes of accepting who God's created you to be and the plan He has for your life, are universal. Sharon Hinck weaves her words with care. In more than one instance, I found myself tearing up after a particularly touching scene. And during the climactic ending, I couldn't turn the pages fast enough. As with The Restorer, The Restorer's Son concludes with a question that leads straight into the next book. I for one can't wait to find out what comes next!
Like I've said before, fantasy is a genre I don't normally read. I have a great imagination but outside of Star Wars, Narnia, or LOTR I'm not too good with imaginary worlds. However, this series has totally bridged the gap between women's fiction and fantasy allowing the two audiences to enjoy the story. With a modern female lead character, the audience is able to relate to both the outside world and the world beyond. I loved returning to the world of the Lyric. It felt like returning to Narnia or going back to Middle Earth, seeing familiar faces again. I liked reading the story from Kienan's POV this time around. It was interesting to read about the reluctant and unwilling Restorer as opposed to the I'm not sure what I'm doing Restorer that Susan was. The battle scenes aren't as intense as they were in the first book but I cringed every time Kienan would slash his hand just to prove a point. Just like in the first book, there's a shocker in the middle of the story. Call me clueless but I totally didn't see it coming. Let's just say it makes you really think about who the title of the book is supposed to be for. The ending is a cliffhanger and I'm dying to know what happens next. It makes me want to go up to my attic space and snoop around for a secret portal. What C.S. Lewis did for wardrobes, Sharon Hinck has now done for attics.
In The Restorer¿s Son Kieran fights with the One over his selection as the next Restorer. He¿s an outcast among his people, and can¿t imagine how he will serve as their rescuer. Then the One tells him to take the message of the One to the people of Hazor. This does not seem like a job for a Restorer. Susan and Mark are back this time hunting for their son who slipped through the portal. The book is told in first person from Kieran and Susan¿s points of view. Each character has a distinctive voice ¿ no chance of mixing them up. I could easily relate to Kieran¿s struggle with God¿Does God love me? Why would He love me and care about me? This can¿t really be His call on my life. He must have the wrong person¿but wouldn¿t He know that! Sharon paints powerful word pictures of these other worlds. I felt like I was returning to an exotic location I¿d visited long ago. And yet the descriptions were rich enough to easily carry the uninitiated straight into Lyric, Braide Wood and Hazor. The author¿s creativity in constructing an entirely new world that is unique yet easy to picture is amazing to me. I honestly can't think of anything I would improve on this book.
At the battle of Morsel Plains, the Children of the Verses defeated the Hazer army with the help of the Restorer Susan Mitchell, who came from earth to the world of her husband Mark via a portal in their attic (see THE RESTORER). When the couple returns to earth, they learn their son Jake also went through the portal so they go back to retrieve him. Susan is no longer the Restorer as that mantle and associated responsibility has passed on to Kieran, who refuses to perform the role. --- Kieran and Jake meet when the former flees from the attacks of Kahlarian assassins. They travel together to the capital city of Lyric where Councilman Cameron tricks Kieran so that he looks like a traitor. They escape and Jake is left with the Braide Wood clan while the banished Kieran travels to Hazer. He fights against doing the bidding of the One until he finally accepts his fate. Eventually the new restorer, Jake, and his parents meet up just as hostilities seem imminent between Hazor and Lyric. --- This enchanting fantasy is filled with plenty of action, political intrigue, sublime religious overtones that fit nicely into the storyline and exciting battle scenes. Susan¿s role has changed from when she was the Restorer as now she introduces the readers to her replacement. Having Kieran become the Restorer is ironic as he refused to be touched by the One¿s love. Hick¿s world is an interesting place in which the Creator shows his power in everyday life the description of this orb is so vividly alive, readers will check their passports to see the stamp. Fans of Karen Hancock will enjoy the entertaining RESTORER¿S SON. --- Harriet Klausner