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Monday, June 29, 2015

Spotlight: The Song of David by Amy Harmon

Last week, I featured a post with some of my favorite book covers from the month of June.  One of the books that stood out to me was The Song of David by Amy Harmon. Before I could read The Song of David, I felt compelled to go back and read The Law of Moses. Guys, I have to tell you that The Law of Moses was imperfectly beautiful. I read the book in one sitting and now I'm ready for round two with The Song of David.

I've been seeing some high praise for The Song of David  and I wanted to spotlight this book so that readers don't miss out on the beautiful writing of Amy Harmon. You can find more info on Amy and her books by visiting her website, twitter
, or facebook page.

The Song of David by Amy Harmon
Publisher: CreatesSpace Publishing
Release Date: June 13, 2015
This is David 'Tag' Taggert's book, a supporting character introduced inThe Law of Moses. This is a stand-alone story, but it is highly recommended that The Law of Moses be read first to avoid spoilers. 

She said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played.

I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood. 

For me, heaven was the octagon.

Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?

If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.


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