The Secret Slipper | Blog Tour

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I’m excited to be doing something new today. I’m participating in a blog tour for the release of a new book by Christian author Amanda Tero.

Several weeks ago, I had the opportunity to beta-read The Secret Slipper, helping it on the journey to publication. I loved it! It’s exactly the sort of “princess” book I want to read with my children if the Lord should so bless me one day. But don’t get the idea this is only a children’s story. Teens and even adults will discover worthwhile gems in this novella. I know I did.

I loved the medieval setting, although it’s not a strict historical. I loved getting to know the characters. I loved the eternal Truth woven so beautifully into the story. It’s rare I find a book I can unreservedly recommend.

So, without further ado, I present:

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About the Book
Being a cripple is only the beginning of Lia’s troubles. It seems as if Bioti’s goal in life is to make Lia as miserable as possible. If Lia’s purpose is to be a slave, then why did God make her a cripple? How can He make something beautiful out of her deformity?

Raoul never questioned the death of his daughter until someone reports her whereabouts. If Ellia is still alive, how has she survived these ten years with her deformity? When Raoul doesn’t know who to trust, can he trust God to keep Ellia safe when evidence reveals Bioti’s dangerous character?

As time brings more hindrances, will Raoul find Ellia, or will she forever be lost to the father she doesn’t even know is searching for her?

Let me insert the purchase links real quick. Both books in the Tales of Faith series are available on Amazon: Befriending the Beast (Book 1) and The Secret Slipper (Book 2). Or if you’d like to order a signed paperback copy of The Secret Slipper (U.S. residents only), you can complete this form.

Although I loved the main characters, my favorite character was Jolin, the closest friend of Raoul (also known as Lord Kiralyn). I’m delighted to be able to interview him here today. I hope you enjoy his answers as much as I did.


Jolin, thank you so much for visiting with us. You earned my respect as I read The Secret Slipper, and I’m delighted you’ve agreed to answer a few questions about the story.

My pleasure! Methinks my author had a little too much enjoyment shaping my character.

1) You’ve served Lord Kiralyn a long time when the story begins. What is your position, and what are the duties entailed?

I began as just a companion of Lord Kiralyn. Throughout the years, this has changed until he is one of my closest friends and companions. It feels as if my duty is to just be there for Raoul, to serve him however is needed—whether it is counseling his decisions or joining him in escapades which may not be the wisest for a lord to go upon.

2) In your estimation, what is Lord Kiralyn’s greatest weakness? What is his greatest strength?

His greatest weakness would be his rashness. When he gets something in his mind, he goes for it. At the same time, it can be his greatest strength. I am more of the overly cautious fellow. Another strength of his is his genuine care for others.

3) When you first heard that Ellia could be alive, did you entertain hope of finding her? Or did you think it impossible?

I couldn’t entertain hopes that Nes’s report was true. I tried reasoning it out, though, and I couldn’t deny the evidence piling up. Yet, for Raoul’s sake, I held back. If she was alive, what were the likelihoods of finding someone who had been missing for a decade?

4) If you could have one thing in the world, anything, what would you choose?

I would choose for wise people to be in control.

5) Is there anything else you would like to share with readers of this story?

It’s a journey, and a long and wild one at that, but it’s a great journey and I’d not exchange anything for being beside Raoul as he made his choices and grew through it all.


About the Author

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Amanda Tero is a homeschool graduate who desires to provide God-honoring, family-friendly reading material. She has enjoyed writing since before ten years old, but it has only been since 2013 that she began seriously pursuing writing again – starting with some short stories that she wrote for her sisters as a gift. Her mom encouraged her to try selling the stories she published, and since then, she has begun actively writing short stories, novellas, and novels. If something she has written draws an individual into a deeper relationship with Jesus Christ, it is worth it!
“Trust in the Lord with all thine heart, and lean not unto thine own understanding.” (Proverbs 3:5)

You can connect with Amanda through her website, her blog, Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, Goodreads, and Amazon.

Amanda is hosting a giveaway for both The Secret Slipper and the first book in the series, Befriending the Beast (which I also loved). Click on the links to be taken to the Rafflecopter forms.

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U.S. Giveaway: Enter to win the set of “Befriending the Beast” and “The Secret Slipper”

International Giveaway: Enter to win the eBook set of “Befriending the Beast” and “The Secret Slipper”

If you’d like to see the other places The Secret Slipper has toured, you can click on the links below my signature. (All the links open in new tabs.)

I sincerely hope you’ve enjoyed this!

-Miss Darcy

May 25, 2017
With a Joyful Noise | Release Day, Giveaway
Leila Tualla’s Bookshelf | Spotlight
Writings, Ramblings, and Reflections | Review, Giveaway
Great Books for God’s Girls | Review, Author Interview

May 26
Zerina Blossom’s Books | Interview
Knitted By God’s Plan | Spotlight and O’Scarlett Reviews | Review
A Brighter Destiny | Review, Giveaway

May 27
This Journey Called Life | Spotlight, Review, Giveaway
His Princess Warrior | Review, Giveaway
The Destiny of One | Spotlight
Encouraging Words from the Tea Queen | Spotlight, Interview, Giveaway

May 29
Once Upon an Ordinary | Review, Interview
Penumbra Reviews | Review
Peculiar Miss Darcy | Character Interview
My Joyful Journey with Jesus | Interview

May 30
Honey Rock Hills | Review, Giveaway
Christian Author: A.M. Heath  | Review
JudithWNicholson  | Interview

May 31
Whimsical Writings for His glory  | Spotlight, Review
God’s Peculiar Treasure Rae  | Spotlight, Review
Purposeful Learning | Review, Interview, Giveaway

June 1
Reveries Reviews  | Review
Victoria Minks Blog  | Spotlight, Video Review
Kelsey’s Notebook | Spotlight

June 2
RockandMinerals4Him | Spotlight, Review, Giveaway
Roxbury Books Blog | Spotlight
Views from the Window Friend  | Review
Crystal’s Adventures for Christ  | Spotlight, Review, Interview

June 3
Verbosity Reviews  | Spotlight
Chosen Vessels  | Review
Clothed with Scarlet | Review, Interview, Giveaway

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Wisdom, a Poem

(I have a guest post today. A poem by my sister, Leah Fornier. Read it slowly. You might even want to read it twice. It’s that deep. And I love the wordplay.)

Wisdom

By Leah Fornier

We worship wisdom and the wise.
Where are the wise?
We search for understanding.
Where is understanding?
What is worldly wisdom and understanding?
They are foolishness.
Fools are we to follow
The worldly wisdom of the wise.
Who is wise?
Is it not God who has made
Our wisdom foolish?
The world in its wisdom
Forgot the wisdom of the most high God:
The God who made wisdom,
And gave wisdom.
The God who sent the message of salvation
Through the foolishness of His wisdom.
Can we then say, ‘That is foolish,’
Or, ‘That is wise’?
Do we know the wisdom
Of the God of wisdom?
What can we understand,
We, who scorned the Savior, as foolishness?
But who can say,
We who know not wisdom,
What is foolishness?
Christ is the foolishness of God,
Which is yet much wiser
Than the wisdom of man.
Christ is the wisdom of God,
For those who seek wisdom –
Foolishness in the light of worldly wisdom,
But wisdom in the light of God’s foolishness.
The foolishness of all who believe
Is the wisdom of God,
Made manifest to us through Jesus Christ,
The foolishness of God,
And the salvation of man.
This is wisdom.

For the message of the cross is foolishness to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved it is the power of God.

-1 Corinthians 1:18 (NKJV)

-Miss Darcy

The Faith of a Gentile (Guest Author)

My sister Leah wrote this story, based on Luke 7:1-10, for a history project. I don’t know whether history projects are usually so powerful, but I wanted to share this with you. (Leah said I could.) I hope it blesses you like it did me.

The Faith of a Gentile
Leah Fornier

I sat on a stool by the bed of Agapetus. We had been companions since boyhood; he had served as my body slave for many years; he had been my friend; and now he was dying. The physician said there was nothing more he could do, no hope left.

I had done many great things in my life, but the thing I longed to do now was not in my power. I could not save Agapetus. I had begged him, ordered him, not to die, but all to no avail. So I sat beside him now, trying to keep his companionship for as long as possible, but knowing that death would soon take him from me. I realized I had not before appreciated Agapetus fully.

As I sat there contemplating these things, my wife entered. I was not aware of her presence until she laid a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and was momentarily jolted out of my misery when I saw her face, full of breathless excitement and urgency.

“What is it?” I asked, somewhat alarmed.

“Oh, Justinius,” she gasped, “such wonderful news! Jesus is in Capernaum!”

I stared at her blankly. “Jesus?”

“Yes, the carpenter from Nazareth. Surely you’ve heard of him, I know you have, and they say he can perform miracles, heal the sick, and raise the dead.”

“Don’t be foolish, Pomponia,” I began. “You know–”

But she interrupted me with an impatient little gesture. “It’s not foolishness, Justinius; it’s true, and you know it.”

I sighed. “I just don’t understand all these stories.”

“And what you don’t understand, you scorn,” she continued for me, “but that’s no way to go about it.”

“You’re right, I suppose.” I looked up at her. “What do you suggest, my dear?”

“Let us send some of the Jewish elders, Mattathias and Simeon perhaps, to Jesus and plead with him to come and heal Agapetus.”

“But, Pomponia,” I protested, “how can we ask the carpenter to do this for us, supposing he even could? He is a Jew.”

“He is Jesus,” she answered, “and he refuses no man who truly believes. You must only believe that he can heal Agapetus, and he will.”

I was silent, thinking it over. Pomponia waited, and finally I turned and looked straight into her eyes. “Do you believe he can?”

She looked back at me steadily. “Yes, I do.” The conviction in her voice assured me that she spoke the truth.

“Then send for Simeon and Mattathias and see if they will do this thing for us.”

She smiled at me, a truly glorious smile. “Of course they will do it, Justinius. Have you not built them a synagogue?” She kissed me quickly and left the room.

I still sat by Agapetus, but suddenly I felt happier than I had in days. For once again there was hope.   I remembered Pomponia’s words, ‘you must only believe,’ and I did believe. Why, I was not sure. Just a few moments before I had not believed, but Pomponia’s faith would rub off on anyone. She believed Jesus could and would heal Agapetus, and what my wife believed so firmly, I believed too.

……….

An hour later the city elders had come and gone, and all there was left to do was wait while they accomplished their mission. Pomponia sat with me in Agapetus’ room since I refused to leave him. Neither of us spoke much. We were absorbed in our own thoughts. Mine were centered on Jesus and my sudden strange belief in him.

While I sat there an odd feeling came over me. I felt as if Jesus were walking toward me, looking at me, and I knew I couldn’t bear to have him look at me. I was unworthy of his gaze. I turned to my wife in great distress.

“Pomponia, Jesus cannot come here!”

Her eyes widened wonderingly.

“We are not worthy to have him in our house. We are Gentiles,” I said.

She nodded in comprehension. “You are right. I didn’t think of that.”

“We must send someone to stop him,” I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.

“But how do you know he is coming yet?” Pomponia asked, her confusion evident. I was spared an explanation when a servant entered followed closely by my good friend, and fellow centurion, Gaius Marullias.

“Gaius,” I said, “what brings you here?” I had not expected him, and he had not waited to be announced by the servant. That was his way, never waiting to be announced.

“I was passing through the area and thought I’d give you a surprise visit, but it seems you would have been surprised anyway, without my coming.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“On my way here, I passed some kind of procession that appeared to be headed this way. It should be very nearly here by now.”

“I told you he was coming,” I said to Pomponia. “We must hurry and stop him.”

“Stop who?” Gaius asked. “Are you expecting someone?”

“Gaius,” I said, ignoring his questions, “would you do something for me?”

“Of course, Justin,” he answered, “you know I would. What is it?”

“I need you to go back to that procession, find the man named Jesus, and give him a message for me. Can you do that?”

“Certainly. What’s the message?”

I thought for a moment, getting the words in order. “This is what I say to him,” I told Gaius. “Listen carefully.

“Lord, do not trouble Yourself, for I am not worthy that You should enter under my roof. Therefore I did not think myself worthy to come to You. But say the word, and my servant will be healed.”

I turned to look out the window, but continued dictating my message.

“For I also am a man placed under authority, having soldiers under me. I say to one, ‘Go,’ and he goes; and to another, ‘Come,’ and he comes; and to my servant, ‘Do this,’ and he does it.”

I stopped and glanced at Gaius. His face showed intense concentration.

“This is what you must say to Jesus,” I said.

He nodded. “I will do it and come back.” With that he turned and walked out, and in the silence that followed, I could hear his footsteps retreating up the hallway. I sank down on the stool and drew Pomponia to me.

“Do you think I did right?”

“Yes,” she answered, “you did right.”

And again we waited.

……….

I do not know how much time passed, but suddenly the atmosphere in the room changed. It was as if someone or something else had entered, bringing peace with it. I looked at Agapetus feeling somehow that the change was associated with him, and as I watched, he opened his eyes and saw me, really saw me, without the haze of fever from past days. There was a radiance on his face like nothing I had ever seen. I stared in awe.

Then Agapetus reached a hand toward me and whispered, “Master.”

Behind me, Pomponia gasped. I clasped Agapetus’ extended hand. “You are well?” I said, half-afraid to believe he was healed.

“Master,” he answered, “I have seen God. I am well.”

I dropped to my knees beside the bed and wept for joy as I never remembered weeping before. But under the joy, there was a feeling of utter humbleness. I had felt, witnessed, the presence of Jesus.

There was the sound of running feet in the corridor, and the next moment Gaius burst into the room, flushed and panting.

“Well?” he said.

“Agapetus is healed,” I told him.

He grinned at me. “I knew he was, as soon as Jesus spoke.”

“What did He say?” I questioned eagerly.

“Not much.” Gaius frowned slightly. “I’ve never seen anyone like Him. I gave Him your message, and He listened intently. When I finished, He turned to those with Him and said, ‘I say to you, I have not found such great faith, not even in Israel,’ and I knew your servant would be healed.”

I bowed my head, overwhelmed with the enormousness of Jesus’ statement. If I had not felt humbled before, I certainly would have then.

“Thank you for going, Gaius. I am eternally indebted to you.”

He shook his head. “No, I am the one indebted. If it hadn’t been for you, I would not have seen Jesus.”

I stood up and grasped Gaius by the shoulders.

“My friend, you have seen Him, I have felt Him, and Agapetus has been healed by Him. This man Jesus has the presence of a god in Him, the one true God, the God of the Jews, and a God worth following.”

Then all four of us, Gaius, Pomponia, Agapetus, healed of all sickness, and myself, knelt and thanked God for the blessing of faith He had given us that day.

I believed in Jesus, and the God He served, and my life has not been the same since I witnessed the power of the living God.

Do you believe in Jesus? He alone can make you well.

-Miss Darcy