Excerpt from JUDGMENT CALL:
Thursday afternoon, our
first winter butchering, I caught Kiva at the door before he headed into the
tub room to wash up. He'd done the work of two all day, and looked it. Flecks
of blood spattered every inch of him the butcher's apron hadn't covered. Fresh
blisters from the bone saw swelled between the calluses on his hands. A rip in
his jeans showed a matching scrape down his shinbone.
The freezer truck from
Duna Market had driven up half an hour ago, but I hadn't expected them to be
done with the loading until after dark.
"Three down, three to go," he said.
"But the rain's coming in, so we decided to call it a day."
"Kiva." I took
a deep breath to calm the jitters in my stomach. "I need you to do
something big for me. For me and Sitabi both."
"Tonight?"
"No. When you have
time."
The mud caked on his
boots crumbled to the floor as he jerked the laces open. "Say the word and
consider it done." He rubbed a sleeve across his weary face and smiled up
at me.
"Help me find out
where Rama's buried."
If I knew for certain
Rama had a place to lie—hadn't just been thrown away like trash—maybe I'd be
able to tell Kiva what he had a right to know before I became his wife. 'Rayad fighters took your husband's body,' Sanjit
had told me. 'They honored him with a funeral and a grave.'
I hadn't
believed him, but what if he'd been telling the truth for once?
Kiva stared at me.
"I want you take me
to Duna tomorrow to see Erkan," I said.
Kiva's eyebrows drew
together. "Why?"
"He might know where Rama is
buried." Kiva shook his head, puzzled.
"I don't see what
Erkan has to do with it."
"Didn't you hear
what Dr. Neyrev said? They've been working to get the missing fighters
identified. Tracking down relatives and friends. Finding gravesites." I
swallowed to get the rasp out of my voice. "I want to see Rama's—if I
can."
He leaned his broad shoulders back against the
wall and blew out his breath so it lifted a loose twist of hair on his
forehead.
I waited, standing still
but with my heart galloping. Trying to fit the mismatched pieces of my life
together—past and future—hill farm and ruined city—Kiva and Rama—made me wonder
if even God could fix the mess I'd made.
Kiva groaned. "It's
over. He's gone. Why do you have to keep going back there?"
"I don't
know."
"When I look back
at our life together, all the way from when we were kids, I don't see nothing
but years and years of happy days," Kiva said softly. "`New calves in
the spring, fresh meat in the fall. You sneaking away from your loom to follow
me and Arjun when we checked the hill pastures. Weren't you happy?"
"Mostly."
"You seemed like a
girl who'd hardly have a sorrow her whole life long."
I shook my head. If
that's how he saw me, no wonder he was confused. He was a man—he'd never
understand what it was like to grow up knowing exactly how many cows you were
worth. He'd never been scared he might end up sold to someone awful.
"But then you ran
off with Rama and he brought you nothing but shame and sadness and almost got
you killed."
"He loved me,"
I said. He loved me, but I killed him, I tried to say, but my mouth wouldn't
form the words.
Kiva set his boots side
by side underneath the bench beside the red rubber boots I used in the mud. He
moved mine so the toes would all be even. "I love you more," he said,
very low. "Not that you care."
If only I could take the
truth that hurt too much to speak aloud and plant it in Kiva's brain. "When there was fighting in our
neighborhood, I wasn't hardly ever scared if Rama was around," I said.
"Having him was like having a wolf to guard me. Didn't matter who might be
in the street, or outside the door. He was so brave, he made me brave."
Some nights he'd stand for hours, staring into the dark outside our apartment
window. His slender body looked as much a weapon as the rifle he held.
"Maybe Rama wasn't
a good man," I said. "But he would have bled every drop for Sitabi
and me. If you can't honor him for that, then..."
Kiva sat so still a fly
landed and crawled around on the back of his hand. He didn't swat it away, just
stared at me, a long, deep stare that made me wonder if he could see in my face
what I didn't dare say. His eyes got wet around the corners.
"That's how I feel,
anyway," I whispered. For a little while, Rama had been my adventure. My
fighter. My taste of freedom.
A long time later—it
felt like an hour—Kiva finally moved. Leaning forward, he caught both my hands
and pressed them between his grimy ones. He kissed the tips of my fingers. "I'm
going to take care of you better than Rama ever did."
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
E.B. Roshan has enjoyed a nomadic lifestyle for several years, living in the Middle East and Asia, but is now temporarily settled in Missouri with her husband and two sons. When she's not chasing the boys or cleaning the house, she's writing the latest installment in the Shards of Sevia series.
AUTHOR Q & A
Q: Let me
start with asking you to tell us a little bit about yourself.
I'm E.B. Roshan and I'm delighted to be able to share a little bit
about me and my books with you all today. In addition to being an author, I'm
wife to an exceptional man and mother to two sons. After spending several years
living in the Middle East, Asia and various places in the U.S., our family has
settled in the Philadelphia area.
Q: When did
you first realize you wanted to be a writer?
A. I've been writing nearly all my life. When I was very young, I would
write letters, that were really just wobbly scribbles, to my great-grandmother
telling her about what I was doing. Writing runs in my family, I think. Nearly
everyone seems to enjoy doing it on some level.
Q: Could you
give us the highlights of your writing career?
A. Well, I'm by no means a professional writer, so my writing is
definitely a recreation, not a career. I love finding new readers, and it's fun
to sell the occasional book, but if I was trying to turn my writing endeavors
into a full-fledged business, I don't think I'd enjoy them nearly so much.
Writing keeps my brain fresh and active in a way that washing muddy shoes or
picking grains of rice out of the rug just doesn't. Other moms who are also
authors out there know what I'm talking about, I'm sure.
Q: Would you
tell us about your current book release, JUDGMENT CALL?
A: JUDGMENT CALL is the fifth book in the ongoing SHARDS OF SEVIA
series, a Christian Speculative/Romantic Suspense series. It completes the
story that began in FINAL CHANCE, but can also be enjoyed as a standalone.
Here's the book description:
Kiva is handsome, generous, and very much in love with recently-widowed
Preen Enda. But the thought of becoming his wife fills her with
dread—especially when men from her past—men who know too much—begin appearing
in her peaceful town. It's only a matter of time before her secrets are
revealed. If Kiva learns the truth about what happened to Preen's first
husband, will he still want to become her second?
Q: What makes your story unique?
A: Probably the most
unique thing about my series (and this story) is the genre—it's so unusual that
I'm not sure there's a single term to describe it, but I'm calling it
Speculative/Romantic Suspense. Which is a mouthful.
Though I've spent time
in some of this world's most troubled places, for these stories, I've chosen to
create my own setting, inspired, but not based on, any place I've actually
lived. This is partly because I loved the challenge of creating a whole world
from scratch, but mainly because some of the major themes in this story, like
war and racial hatred, are very sensitive topics. I didn't want to entangle my
fiction with real-world conflicts or political issues. Sevia is a place marked
by ethnic conflict and violence, but, as you will see when you read the series,
a great love story can happen anywhere.
Q: Who would enjoy reading your book?
A: I'm writing for
people who love old themes refreshed, a chance to look at the world through
very different eyes, and romances with the focus less on how people get
together and more on how they stay together.
Q: What
inspires you to write?
A. I love making beautiful things; it's a stress reliever and has
helped to keep me sane through some challenging periods of life (lockdowns,
warfare, sickness, etc.) Writing, whether it's letters, essays, blog posts or
stories, is a great way to do this. About four years ago my husband bought me a
computer, and then my writing really took off.
In the SHARDS OF SEVIA series, I hope to create characters that young
Christian people can identify with, and in some cases even admire and want to
imitate. At the very least, I want to give them a wholesome, enjoyable reading
experience. When I wrote “Judgment Call,” for example, I tried to create a love
story that felt genuine, with characters who are appealing and relatable, who
choose to forgive each other's mistakes and respond with grace rather than
bitterness. I wrote the kind of love story I’d want to read.
Q: When
you’re not writing what do you like to do?
A. Actually, the majority of my life comes under the heading of “Not
Writing,” though I really enjoy the times I have a quiet hour or two to capture
the next scene in a story. As a housewife and mother, I'm usually busy with
cooking, cleaning, and taking care of my children. Sometimes things get a
little wild, but I can always settle them down by reading a good story. I also enjoy sewing and gardening.
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