Misha Heath has served the King since she was fourteen. 
In the years since she first learned the world was in the grip of a demonic kingdom that desires nothing but destruction, she has lost count of the battles fought, the injuries she has acquired, the people she has helped and the people she has lost.
But in all that time, she was certain she knew the King.

Yet the King who walked the earth as a man, healing the sick, raising the dead and setting the captives free, is the same King who flooded the world and who sent His people to war against the Moabites, the Amalekites and the Philistines as though those men, women and children didn’t matter to Him at all. The same King who stood by while women and children were treated as spoils of battle. The same King who cared more for sexual immorality than genocide and slavery.
At least, that was what she thought, until Misha begins to learn the King’s story. A story that began at creation and is still being written, chapter by chapter. A story written in the King’s own blood and the King’s own tears, sometimes joyous, sometimes horrifying, sometimes ugly and sometimes beautiful.

The King sees the beginning and the end, He is the reason the world turns on it’s axis and His love for humanity is unsurpassed and all-consuming. His voice can be the roar of the waterfall or the whisper of a summer breeze. One day, Misha knows the King will return to Earth as a conquering lion and then there will be no more suffering, no more pain, no more abuse. The King will wipe every tear from the eyes of His people and death will be utterly defeated.

Death though, has his own plans in the time still remaining. He doesn’t want to be redundant. He doesn’t want to be nothing. Death will do anything he can to destroy or delay the King’s work on Earth, including twisting the King’s story just enough to drive Misha away from the one for whom creation exists.

But Misha is a writer, a writer whose peculiar abilities have cursed and blessed her in equal measures. Now she must write the King’s story regardless of the evil raging around her, or Death’s unpleasant tricks. The world needs to know that the Jesus of Nazareth is real, alive, powerful and glorious. The world needs to know that His passion for His people is as great now as it ever has been, and that His patience with the rule of evil on this Earth is almost at an end.

The world may not listen, but it needs to know.

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