Coming Day - by Rachel Starr Thomson
The Final Battle
Treachery and division are tearing apart the Seventh World. Evil factions right and left are seeking to capture the Gifted and steal their powers, wipe out those dear to them, and destroy all freedom and hope and mention of the long-absent King.
The evil Morning Star is coming, bringing all the hordes of Blackness with him.
The last straggling bands of Gypsies and the few brave farmer rebels of Pravik prepare for the final battle. But only the King can save them. So Virginia the blind seer sets out on a fool's errand to find him.
What follows is a race to find the King and unite the Gifted to usher in his coming. And that coming is something they never could have expected.
"...all ends here are only beginnings."
Last night I stayed up till about 4 a.m. to finish reading Coming Day. Sobbing. Laughing. Closing the book, turning out the light, and seeing from my pillow the clouds sail past black branches and a lone bright planet in the sky.
Crying with joy in the dark.
It was so good, I hardly dare write about it, for fear I'll get it wrong. Yet I must - for myself, for Rachel, for my blog readers, for anyone else who might enjoy this epic tale of good against evil.
As far as the plot goes, I confess it went by in a bit of a blur. Captures followed by wild escapes, battles, wounds, friends dying. Walking in darkness to find a fabled King, when instinct says to run and help imperiled friends. Seeing the world ending... and then beginning afresh.
I don't think I've been this spiritually encouraged by a book in a long time. I felt that I turned a corner in the last few chapters, and found that the story which began in a strange land, a land vaguely similar to my own but the stuff of legend, had ended up all the way in my own room at 4 p.m.
It was not a startling jolt from a world of wonder back into my own dull life. Rather, it was like waking from a glorious dream to find that the best parts have been true all along. The King tapped me on the shoulder, and his eyes are laughing still.
I closed the book with a thrilling, aching joy. And the prayer of Rehtse, "both prophecy and petition," echoes through me:
Your kingdom come, we pray.