A Voice in the Wind (Mark of the Lion #1)

by Francine Rivers

“Hatred is the enemy, Hadassah. Not the people.”

What had happened to decency? What had happened to purity and faithfulness? Life was more than pleasure. It was duty and honor. It was building a family. It was caring for others who hadn’t the means to care for themselves.

Life was a hunger meant to be sated. Life was meant to be swallowed, not sipped. But living cost money . . . lots of money.

doesn’t come from love, my lady, but lack of care.” Marcus expected another outburst from Julia at that quiet, volatile statement. A long silence followed. “You say the strangest things, Hadassah. In Rome, if you love someone, you let them do whatever

He knew. She wasn’t like the others. “Leave me,” he said tersely. It didn’t occur to him until he was riding back to Rome that for the first time in his life, he had put another’s feelings above his own.

They demand the moral chains be removed, never understanding that it’s moral restraint that keeps man civilized.”

It was those with moral values who could no longer freely walk in a public park without having to witness a revolting display.

In a sense, they were all alike, each using religion to give them what they thought they needed—power, money, pleasure, peace, righteousness, a crutch.

God said to sow the seed, but why didn’t he soften the soil?

We cannot earn his love; we can only accept it as a gift—a

Hadassah’s heart fluttered like a fragile bird taking wing within her. A single spoken yes could mean her death. Her throat closed.

“Unless we have something worth dying for, Atretes, we’ve nothing worth living for.”