Iron Chamber of Memories
Once upon a time, my husband was an atheist. Then he had a heart attack, and was healed by prayer. He both converted and went to the hospital to find out what happen. They told him, his heart itself was healthy, but he needed a quintuple bipass.
When he came home from the hospital, he had a dream. He dragged himself out of bed to the office and wrote down, from the dream, an outline for an entire novel. Almost twelve years later, he wrote the entire novel in five weeks. (Normally writing a novel takes him six months at least.)
Today, that novel is now available: Iron Chamber of Memories.
Originally posted to Welcome to Arhyalon
, iron chamber of memories
, john c. wright
Leave that over to higher power.
There are things in this world worth doing...much more worthwhile than spending your time worrying about other people's faults.
In the world are many wicked people, but we don't need to live our life for them.
It is as if Vox is your master and you work for him and worship him...as if you don't get any enjoyment from life, except that false, ugly glee that comes from hatred.
But you are better than this...you are capable of joy, and gladness, and peace.
You can walk away from that false glee of hatred. You will find your life is still there, your real life...the one you cannot currently see through the veil of darkness you have let fall before your eyes.
|Date:||March 18th, 2016 05:47 pm (UTC)|| |
Fair words, but perhaps you should suggest the same to your husband, who wrote the book in question? I had to walk away from his blog over a year ago because it was full of the same false glee and I couldn't let it poison me any further.
(Please at least tell me the book is not as full of rage as his blog entries. I could still enjoy it in that case.)