![]() Even if it means the destruction of the ones he loves. But publishers are paying top dollar, convinced his new work will be a hit, and Tyson will do whatever it takes to protect his newfound success. His writing more disturbing than anything he’s done before. It’s in the home of Tyson Parks.- Meanwhile, as Tyson begins to use his new desk, he begins acting. With the help of a New York City private detective, she finally finds what she’s been looking for. ![]() A continent away, a mysterious woman makes inquiries with her sources around the world, seeking the whereabouts of a certain artifact her family has been hunting for centuries. Perhaps inspire him to write another best-selling novel and prove his best years aren’t behind him. On his 59th birthday, Tyson Parks-a famous, but struggling, horror writer-receives an antique desk from his partner, Sarah, in the hopes it will rekindle his creative juices. ![]()
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![]() ![]() Bringing the brisk snap of the season to the fore, his scenes feature a natural light show, depicting an inky night sky and fluffy snow that glistens beneath moonlight and (street) lamplight, and eventually, the gradual brightening of dawn. The rhythm of the rhyming text sometimes matches the rollicking spirit of the snowmen's wintry pursuits, but occasionally stumbles: "Then the snowman games begin: They line up in their places,/ each one anxious for his turn in the snowman races." The glee comes through at its most infectious in Mark Buehner's oil-and-acrylic paintings of the merrymakers, who look so delighted in their revelry that readers won't be able to help smiling in response. Surely a full night of play and a long glide back to their homes must be the explanation. Soon the boy pictures all the neighborhood snowmen gathered in the park for "ice-cold cocoa," a snowball fight, a round of making snow angels and more. When a boy observes that the snowman he built the day before now looks droopy and disheveled, he imagines what happened to his snow creation during the night. ![]() ![]() ![]() Not since Frosty paraded through the village square have snowmen enjoyed such a slip-sliding good time as they do in the Buehners' (Fanny's Dream) latest flight of fancy. ![]() ![]() And then the adage, “…and had other sons and daughters.” We know the genealogy of one son out of many, and yet, Smith created the characters to help move the story along and allow the messages within to gain a foothold. She explored personal relationships, first with Adam and Eve, and then with each child they bore (or, at least, a handful of them). ![]() ![]() How did they live? They had nothing, and from that had to make shelter, tools, even dishes and beds. She continued their story after the exile. A couple who walked daily with God.Īnd she didn’t stop with the garden. Smith dared to imagine what these first humans thought, what they felt, and what they did while they were in the most beautiful, most safe place ever created. A book that focuses on the people rather than a quick story of creation, deception, rebellion, and ultimately, exile. But that is exactly what Jill Eileen Smith set out to do with her novel, Daughter of Eden. I have no doubt that Biblical fiction is a difficult genre to write, forgetting the “now,” and focusing only on the “then.” Even harder, I would assume, is writing a story on someone we know so little about: Adam and Eve. ![]() |