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- Author: Cael McIntosh
- Publisher: Thorpe-Bowker
- ISBN-10: 0646937359
- ISBN-13: 9780646937359
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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What if demons aren't evil, as we've been led to believe from infancy? What if they're just like you and me: imperfect, capable of making mistakes and having regrets? Maybe they're sorry for the wrong they've done and maybe we should forgive them. After all, isn't that what Maker is all about, forgiveness of sins? They found the demon child crying on their doorstep. He was cold, precariously balanced on the edge of death. They were kind people. Unable to ignore his suffering, they took him into their home and cared for him as if he were their own. But he was not their own, and the day came when he committed an unforgivable sin, in raising his mother from the dead. Have you ever imagined what it must be like for someone to love you . . . the real you? Can you imagine what such an embrace might feel like? No . . . of course not. I'm being silly. You're just a little bird. No one would ever love you.
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- Author: Cael McIntosh
- Publisher: Thorpe-Bowker
- ISBN-10: 0646937359
- ISBN-13: 9780646937359
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
What if demons aren't evil, as we've been led to believe from infancy? What if they're just like you and me: imperfect, capable of making mistakes and having regrets? Maybe they're sorry for the wrong they've done and maybe we should forgive them. After all, isn't that what Maker is all about, forgiveness of sins? They found the demon child crying on their doorstep. He was cold, precariously balanced on the edge of death. They were kind people. Unable to ignore his suffering, they took him into their home and cared for him as if he were their own. But he was not their own, and the day came when he committed an unforgivable sin, in raising his mother from the dead. Have you ever imagined what it must be like for someone to love you . . . the real you? Can you imagine what such an embrace might feel like? No . . . of course not. I'm being silly. You're just a little bird. No one would ever love you.
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