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Author’s Note:

This story is in large part an allegory, giving physical form to spiritual truths. Though I have taken some liberty with the abilities of the main characters, the power of God to bring complete salvation – of the heart, the mind, and the body – is available to any who will believe in the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ. God is, in fact, stronger than the devil, which was defeated on the cross. This story seeks to represent this. I hope you’ll download your copy.

If I take the wings of the morning…even there shall thy hand lead me, and thy right hand shall hold me (Psalm 139:9-10).

Excerpt from Chapter 1:

She turned her head again and her gaze narrowed. “Shh.” Focused in one direction, she walked forward, leaving him standing in place. At the doorway to the classroom he’d just left, she halted then entered. 

Mystified, he followed. Inside the classroom, he came to a screeching halt. Mrs. Butler lay prone on the floor, her eyes open, her mouth agape. Sara bent over, cradling her head.

“I’ll go get help,” he said.

But she held up her hand. “Lock the door.” 

His brow furrowed. “Why? She needs help.”

“Just do it. I can fix this.”

“But …”

“Angus Brant Finlay lock the door.”

Her use of his middle name settled in his brain. He hadn’t given her that, so how’d she know it?

“If you keep standing there, she’ll die.”

Die? Then they did need help. He extended one hand toward the door with every intention of going through it, yet his fingers did as she’d asked. The lock clicked in place.

At the sound, Sara grasped Mrs. Butler and flipped her over. The teacher’s countenance was pale and, for all he could tell, she barely breathed. Kneeling overtop, Sara laid a hand on either side of the teacher’s face and began to croon.

He didn’t understand the words. In fact, they weren’t English at all, but an ethereal melody that came from everywhere at once. Permeating the atmosphere, it grew in intensity to the sound of a thousand voices, a harmony of tone and timbre in perfect accord.

Angus’s gaze widened. Sara’s voice carried over the rest, yet blended with it. She was singular, yet not alone at all.

He swallowed the knot in his throat and fingered the coin in his pocket, his nail fitting into the center of its bend. She bent a coin and now what? What was this? He stared across at her. She’d shifted her hands to Mrs. Butler’s chest, then down her frame to her belly. There, she silenced.

She shut her eyes and cupped her palms. A radiance formed on her skin, white Light spreading outward like a vapor and yet luminous from everywhere as the sound had been. It glimmered and flashed, consuming every corner of the room, encircling even him where he stood. Then in a blaze of brilliance, it blinded his eyes and disappeared.

The shape of things returned:  the desks, the white board, a pencil dropped in the floor. Mrs. Butler blinked up from her position in the floor.

“What happened?” she asked.

Sara glanced up at Angus. “Help me get her up.”

Awestruck, he obeyed, taking hold of Mrs. Butler’s elbow then her waist. Together, he and Sara moved her across the room to her desk chair. She sat, the seat whooshing out a puff of air, and leaned her head back. 

 “What do you remember?” Sara asked.

“Darkness. I couldn’t breathe, and then great Light. A voice said, ‘Go back.’ Wh-what happened to me?”

Sara took Mrs. Butler’s hand. “You have denied the doctor’s instructions about your heart.”

Mrs. Butler raised her gaze to Sara’s face. “How do you know that?”

“The Creator told me. You’ve denied Him, too. But He’s not finished with you here. Go home and see the doctor. Follow his instructions. Otherwise, this will happen again. The human body is frail; we must protect it.”

The bell rang in the hallway and a hand banged on the classroom door. “Mrs. Butler?” someone called.

“We need passes to class,” Sara said.

“Of course.” Mrs. Butler reached for her notepad and scribbled two excusals, handing one to each of them.

Angus folded his in his palm.

Sara took hold of his arm and urged him toward the door. Unlocking the knob, she pulled inward. Students fell into the room, pushing them both backward, and they moved to the side, at the next opening walking out.

“What was all that?” Angus asked.

Sara glanced at him. “This way.” Not releasing his arm, she pulled him behind her to the girl’s restroom. She stuck her head inside, looking back and forth, then tugged him after her. She placed her back to the door. “She has a heart condition, which she’s ignored.”

“Not that,” he said. “What you did. How did you know she was in there? And what was all the Light and sound?”

Her expression changed. She tilted her head. “You experienced that?”


“You weren’t frightened?”

He rubbed his thumb between his eyes. No, he hadn’t been. Why not? He settled for a shake of his head.

“Not everyone sees, Angus. Most are blind. They grope around in Darkness of their own making, unable to spot the hope before them. You are blessed to have observed, and it shows your heart.”

“My heart? I’m confused. How do you know any of this?”

“The Creator speaks to me,” she said. “He is everywhere and all things at once.”

“But …”

She raised a hand to his face. “Keep these things in you, and we will talk. We must get to class.” She moved away from the door and tapped him outward.

He halted after a few steps. “When?” he asked. When would she explain what he’d just seen?

“My number,” she said. “It’s written in your notebook. Call me.” 

And turning her back, she walked off.

About The Author: 

Suzanne D. WilliamsBest-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE.

To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalog of stories, visit 

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