My manuscript has returned from my editor at Koehler Books. This month I’m spending my days evaluating each of his suggested revisions for Refuge. It’s a slow-going process. Today I thought I’d share an excerpt from early in the story:
Cain ran along the river until he reached the cherubim on the far side; then he sat on the riverbank to rest. Watching them, he was always astounded by their size and brilliance.
They stood on the opposite bank of the Tigris within the Garden of Eden, guarding the way to the tree of life. Silent sentinels, they illuminated everything on the river’s far side and cast a soft glow on this bank as well. Nearly three times his height, whenever they beat their broad wings the breeze stirred even on this side of the river. Sitting this close made Cain feel as if he were on the edge of danger—their flaming sword pointed straight at him.
Tonight they stood in a pose of readiness, as if preparing to charge into a fight. Their many eyes seemed to be fixed on something beside him. He turned and stared hard into the night-blackened shadows—nothing was there that he could see. Still, they remained poised in absolute stillness, as if waiting for the word to strike. He’d never seen them like this before. Settling onto the riverbank, he watched, wondering what they saw that he didn’t.
Hmm. What do the cherubim see? Is Cain in danger? What will happen next?