My editing task has been a learning experience, a challenge, and a joy! I love working on fiction! As I near the end of my revision of the manuscript for Refuge, I share a final peek into my story.
Cain knew how to swim, so he propelled himself across the river. But his mind screamed with objection—I can’t go there! This was forbidden. Death waited on the other side. Why was God doing this to him? Perhaps this was the moment of his death. Having restored Lilith, maybe his purpose for living was complete.
When he reached the other side, he crawled onto the riverbank with trepidation. Countless times he had sat on the bank opposite the cherubim, astonished by their appearance, frightened by their quick and watchful eyes. How would it feel when they killed him? Would it occur quickly and painlessly, or the other more dreadful way?
Afraid to look up, he stayed on his hands and knees until he caught his breath, postponing the inevitable. Then, slowly, he raised his head.
Unhurried and deliberate, the cherubim retreated before him, backing into the woods with all their eyes fastened upon him, stern in their assessment. Their massive wings whipped the foliage; Cain’s eyes watered in the blast. Shielding his eyes from their radiance, he followed them. Soon they were far ahead, a shimmering vision in the distance, the setting sun blazing behind them.
Where is Cain going? Why is he in this dangerous place?