Sharon Hinck Quotes & Sayings

The man holding my hand was slim and wiry. Cropped black hair framed a face full of angles. He studied me with more curiosity than sympathy.

He had the rough-edged look of a suspect on Crime Stoppers, complete with dark, piercing eyes.
"My name is Kieran." He eased his hand away from mine, as though embarrassed by his earlier compassion. "A friend brought you here. — Sharon Hinck

Perhaps the One knows
that if I travel without anything else to rely on, I'll learn to rely more
deeply on Him. (Susan Mitchell in THE DELIVERER) — Sharon Hinck

From this distance of forgetting and reclaiming, I had more
mercy on myself. I had poured my heart into serving. I could see
now what I had been blind to then, that the One treasured my service,
regardless of human measures of success. (Linette) — Sharon Hinck

The weapon made me think of the Bible story I had been studying. "Wake up, Deborah! . . . Arise, O Barak, — Sharon Hinck

Fine." My fingers felt cold and clumsy as I fumbled to untie the straps that held my sword to the side of the pack. Suddenly I felt something harshly cold against my neck. I turned my head in slow motion and looked up the length of a very sharp blade.
"Lovely." Kieran's voice dripped with sarcasm. "I'm sure an enemy would have too much honor to attack you until you're ready. That must be why you're completely unprotected and paying no attention whatsoever." He glared at me for a long punishing moment. Then he eased the sword back and inch. "Lesson one. Stay on guard." Reaching past me, he flicked the tip of his sword and easily sliced the ties on my pack. — Sharon Hinck

I longed to be loved that way.
You are, sweetheart. You are loved. Stop trying to be a savior, and let me carry you. — Sharon Hinck

Time for a new tactic. "Kieran, you may be paranoid, selfish, and pretty much heartless, but I didn't think you were a coward." I steeled myself to face his rage.
Instead, his shoulders moved, and he coughed. The cough changed into a low chuckle. Finally, he was laughing so hard that he had to wipe his eyes.
I gave him my fiercest frown.
He looked over and started laughing again.
"That was-" he coughed and shook his head. "That was a good try. Really. You're learning. The glare needs a little work, though. — Sharon Hinck