Desperate Adoration Anthology Released.

Desperate Adoration: An Anthology Celebration of Love and Life.




The anthology has been released (More information here) and contains the following wonderful stories.

Among the Stars – D. M. Silveria
An Earlier Heaven – K. P. Smith, J. Koch
An Ordinary Life – Beate A. Tecza, S. J. Morris
Amukade – Jacob Donovan
Art of Living – L. J. LaBarthe
Can‟t Stop – Miya Kressin
Ever Green – R. E. W. McNeil
Fire in the Blood – Jessica Nasca
Fragile – J. P. Barnaby
Going Home – Michelle Birbeck
Grandma‟s Last Wish – J. C. Wesner
Out of my Dreams – Laurel Chandler
Terra Firma – P. J. Roberts
The Price of a Sacrifice – Marie L. Andersen
Unbroken – Claire M. King

Put together by J. P. Barnaby to raise money and awareness for victims of violence. My story, Art of Living, is a snapshot from the very long lives of two Archangels: Michael and Gabriel. Michael is feeling the weight of his responsibilities and wondering if there is any hope. Gabriel takes him to see lives being lived to the fullest, hope in landscapes and humanity. A small sample:

Gabriel laughed and ruffled his brother's hair. "Oh yeah, you so are. So come on...what's up?"

He opened his mouth to protest but then sighed. Gabriel was right, Michael knew. Sometimes it bothered him just how well his little brother – his favourite brother – could read his tells. None of the other Archangels, or indeed any other choir of angels in Heaven, could read him half so well. Long, long ago, Michael had sometimes wondered if Gabriel had ever actually liked him at all. Raphael, Archangel of Healing, had pointed out to Michael once that if Gabriel didn't like him, hadn't liked him, then he wouldn't know him half so well or tease him half so often.

It had been a comfort then, in the early twentieth century, when Michael had listened to Raphael's words. War among humans was still developing; the tools and machines built for that purpose were crude. Michael knew, as only the first Archangel and warrior of God could know, that things would get worse.

It had been a comfort then, in the early twentieth century, when Michael had listened to Raphael's words. War among humans was still developing; the tools and machines built for that purpose were crude. Michael knew, as only the first Archangel and warrior of God could know, that things would get worse.

They had of course. Mankind‘s lust for conquest grew unabated. Michael found himself losing his spirit and what little hope he had for a good outcome for humanity with each new destructive invention. With each great war that covered the world, drawing in peoples from every nation, he lost heart just a little more until he found himself spending more and more time alone in the great deserts of the world, pondering the eternal question of why.

God the Father, however, kept His silence on the matter. Michael was left alone with his grim thoughts as sunlight burned his skin and blistered his wings and sand chafed his feet.

Desperate Adoration Anthology Released.

Desperate Adoration: An Anthology Celebration of Love and Life.




The anthology has been released (More information here) and contains the following wonderful stories.

Among the Stars – D. M. Silveria
An Earlier Heaven – K. P. Smith, J. Koch
An Ordinary Life – Beate A. Tecza, S. J. Morris
Amukade – Jacob Donovan
Art of Living – L. J. LaBarthe
Can‟t Stop – Miya Kressin
Ever Green – R. E. W. McNeil
Fire in the Blood – Jessica Nasca
Fragile – J. P. Barnaby
Going Home – Michelle Birbeck
Grandma‟s Last Wish – J. C. Wesner
Out of my Dreams – Laurel Chandler
Terra Firma – P. J. Roberts
The Price of a Sacrifice – Marie L. Andersen
Unbroken – Claire M. King

Put together by J. P. Barnaby to raise money and awareness for victims of violence. My story, Art of Living, is a snapshot from the very long lives of two Archangels: Michael and Gabriel. Michael is feeling the weight of his responsibilities and wondering if there is any hope. Gabriel takes him to see lives being lived to the fullest, hope in landscapes and humanity. A small sample:

Gabriel laughed and ruffled his brother's hair. "Oh yeah, you so are. So come on...what's up?"

He opened his mouth to protest but then sighed. Gabriel was right, Michael knew. Sometimes it bothered him just how well his little brother – his favourite brother – could read his tells. None of the other Archangels, or indeed any other choir of angels in Heaven, could read him half so well. Long, long ago, Michael had sometimes wondered if Gabriel had ever actually liked him at all. Raphael, Archangel of Healing, had pointed out to Michael once that if Gabriel didn't like him, hadn't liked him, then he wouldn't know him half so well or tease him half so often.

It had been a comfort then, in the early twentieth century, when Michael had listened to Raphael's words. War among humans was still developing; the tools and machines built for that purpose were crude. Michael knew, as only the first Archangel and warrior of God could know, that things would get worse.

It had been a comfort then, in the early twentieth century, when Michael had listened to Raphael's words. War among humans was still developing; the tools and machines built for that purpose were crude. Michael knew, as only the first Archangel and warrior of God could know, that things would get worse.

They had of course. Mankind‘s lust for conquest grew unabated. Michael found himself losing his spirit and what little hope he had for a good outcome for humanity with each new destructive invention. With each great war that covered the world, drawing in peoples from every nation, he lost heart just a little more until he found himself spending more and more time alone in the great deserts of the world, pondering the eternal question of why.

God the Father, however, kept His silence on the matter. Michael was left alone with his grim thoughts as sunlight burned his skin and blistered his wings and sand chafed his feet.