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"Candace Murrow’s amazing imagination invites the reader in to the heart of the story. The characters are so alive in Visions of Hope it’s like they invented themselves as Murrow wrote. She describes the complexities of love with modern day reality and has a great understanding of the mystical realm. Visions of Hope is a novel that one will definitely remember after the last page. Fantastic." ---Lena Karunamaya, Visionary
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Synopsis ... Left with emotional and physical scars from an abusive marriage and breast cancer, psychic Libby McGraw has no desire to opt into another relationship, especially a relationship with a skeptic of the paranormal, a way of life quite normal to Libby. As fate would have it, mysterious visions draw Libby into the life of Kipp Reed, a skeptic who has moved back to the Pacific Northwest to quell the memory of his young daughter’s disappearance. Once it becomes clear that Libby holds the keys to finding his daughter, Kipp is drawn to Libby for answers, and together they depart on an unpredictable journey of the heart. |
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Chapter 1 (excerpt) ... A whispering crept into Libby’s dream. The whispers grew louder until the crying out of her name scattered the dream and pulled her out of a deep sleep, startled her, woke her. An icy draft swept through, and the warmth of the summer night vanished in an instant, causing her to shudder. She clutched the covers to her chin, fighting the urge to open her eyes, but the urge to look grew stronger. She peered at the corner of the room. There, in a glowing light, the remnants of a blue mist trailed away, leaving no discernible image, no clue to her unexpected waking. She reached for the lamp’s ceramic base and fumbled for the light switch. No breeze from the opened window rustled the curtains. No shadows quivered in the corner. The room was eerily still. She grasped her clothbound journal. This was not the first time she’d had this mysterious flight from sleep. She paged forward and spotted two entries: June 21, July 10. On a blank page she penciled in the date and time, July 20, 4:00 a.m., made a notation, and set the book aside. Sleeping now was impossible. The incident had unnerved her with an urgency she could not explain. She slipped her robe over her silk pajamas and padded toward the kitchen in search of something to settle her anxiety. |