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Fighting Blood with Blood

By Brent King On April 30, 2015 No Comments

Fighting Blood With Blood“Blood!” we cry. “Bloodshed marks only the lowest of men.” Yet we are mistaken, for all of our hands are stained with blood. The words of the martyred 16th century priest, John Bradford, echo down through history:

“But for the grace of God, there go I.”

Man Is Degenerate

The good Book affirms his insight into the degeneracy of man. “There is none righteous. Not even one” (Romans 3:10). “The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?” (Jeremiah 17:9)

Grace is man’s only hope. Without it, he is doomed to depravity. How many young men have thought themselves above grace? How many have imagined themselves above the foulest passions of humanity—only to drink their vulgar and bloody dregs?

We Know This Is True


Book Giveaway Checklist

By Brent King On April 20, 2015 No Comments

rafflecopter_logo_name_0_optI’ve never done a book giveaway before so I had to research a bit to figure out the most effective way to do it. Three free giveaway platforms impressed me as being the easiest to run: Goodreads, RaffleCopter, and Giveaway Tools. After looking all over the internet, I came up with a “must do” list for running giveaways effectively.

Book Giveaway Checklist

  • Offer one copy per giveaway
  • Mention that it is an autographed copy
  • Use review blurbs in the description box instead of just cutting and pasting your back cover
  • Reach out to winners and non-winners:

Congratulate winners and tell them their prize will be mailed soon.
Send a thank you note to everyone who entered
Offer non-winners a discount on books/PDFs on your website.
Invite non-winners to join your newsletter

  • Send book to the winner promptly
  • Vary the

The City On Your Knees

By Brent King On April 13, 2015 2 Comments

man-on-floor-on-kneesHave you ever ventured to the land of peace? Have you ever walked the streets of the city of hope? Have you ever breathed the air of happily ever after?

Tonight’s the Night

If you never have, then tonight’s the night. Tonight will be your time to step across the line. It’s not far to the city of the great King—only the distance from your knees to the floor. It’s such a short distance, but within it lies a galactic collision of two worlds, a voyage across the sea of death, a journey into eternity.


Why not join the adventure? Why not start from where you now stand?

Come to the city where sinners become saints, where loneliness becomes family. Make the choice that brings us together—you and me. Then love will fall to the earth like you’ve

I Missed You Too

By Brent King On April 11, 2015 2 Comments

10489869_698011390234885_1517357255450773782_nHe steps toward me, down the middle of the prep school campus road. I am the last to greet him. His grin spreads cheek to cheek, eclipsing his new suit.

Time Stops

His two-year-old eyes sparkle above pudgy cheeks in front of our Christmas tree. He peddles round our house on his first bike. Adolescent arms are quick to greet me at the door. I run behind him at the beach, hike before him on the trail, and swim with his arms around my neck.

Devotion shines in his eyes as he comes. His muscles ripple beneath. My heart skips a beat. Is this a dream, this Pomp and Circumstance? Or is this the man my son had grown to be? What is it in his way that draws me so? What is it in his eye

“But why werewolves, Brent?” my mother asked.

By Brent King On April 8, 2015 No Comments

Werewolf_By_Night_(Jack_Russell)That’s a good question.

It all started with a healthy dose of Tolkien and Lewis when my kids were young. For some reason, it never hit me before: fantasy could talk about life in such powerful ways. There were things about reality that could only be said in this genre.

But werewolves? By rights I should be writing high fantasy, with its amazing worlds and creatures. Since I am what some would call a Ringer (having written a book on The Lord of the Rings), I’m not really sure why I don’t. I certainly wouldn’t say I’d never create a world like Tolkien did but, for now, the themes I am driven to talk about are best imaged with low fantasy. Yes, with werewolves.

For, after all, even my mother can see that the werewolf doesn’t

Myth Become Fact

By Brent King On April 4, 2015 No Comments

resurrection-graphic-3From ancient times men have told fantasy tales. To the casual observer, these stories are so far out there that there couldn’t possibly be any truth in them. Yet the strange thing about fantasy is that it must conform to truth.

William Stafford was so convinced of this that he said, “If you live by truth any thought belongs.”

Carl Jung spent a lifetime reasoning that basic truth is embedded deep in our minds, culture, history, and myths. He believed these truths revealed themselves in what he called archetypes.

The Connection Between Fantasy and Fact

In an article in Christianity Today called Myth Matters, Louis A. Markos talks about CS Lewis and how he connected these fantasy tales, or myths, to the Truth:

“One of CS Lewis’s greatest services as an apologist was to demonstrate that

Our Matrix

By Brent King On March 29, 2015 No Comments

“The Matrix is the world that has been pulled over your eyes
to blind you from the truth.”

The Matrix

The first movie in the Matrix trilogy has long been one of my favorites. Perhaps this is because my heart has always thrilled with stories that strike powerful pictures of truth beyond the cycles of the world. Some things cannot be seen. They must be felt with the heart.

Who Can Understand?

Who can visualize the truth about reality? It’s too fantastic! I mean, it seems like the foundation of existence is physical, like the things that we see and hear and touch are ultimate reality. Yet if the Bible teaches us anything, it shows us that this is not the case. Our bodies can be destroyed, but if our spirit survives, we survive.

Where the Matrix

The Music That Writes My Books

By Brent King On March 25, 2015 No Comments

piano keysMusic.

It’s always been extricably linked to my life, and my writing. Ever since I could make out a tune on the piano, its magic charmed me.

Through the years, pianists and orchestrators have moved me, inspired me, enthralled me. Here are just a few artists that have pushed their way to the top, becoming the vanguard of the musical magic that haunts my days and writes my books.

Rolf Løvland

André Gagnon

Hans Zimmer

Thomas Bergersen

Peter Roe

Marcus Warner

What music accompanies you as you write?

Where Are You Looking?

By Brent King On March 16, 2015 2 Comments

“And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ” (Revelation 12:17).


Our enemy is more dreadful than we realize, for even this dramatic scene from The Hobbit fails to depict our true danger. Yet it does dynamically portray the only hope we have of success against him:

*Warning! Spoilers! You may want to watch the movie first!*

The dragon, Smaug, awakens from his slumber, enraged that anyone should challenge him. He descends upon Laketown with indiscriminate fury. Amidst the flames, only one man dares to rise against him—the bowman Bard. While all others flee, Bard climbs to the top of the bell tower and assaults the murderous beast with arrows.

But Smaug’s armor is

A Touch of Reality

By Brent King On March 10, 2015 2 Comments

Sometimes the worlds that take shape on the pages of our manuscripts are fantastic, even surreal. Yet, like they say, truth is stranger than fiction or, as Mark Twain said, “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.”

touching-hand-landscape-design-facebook-timeline-cover,1280x960,66429Truth hung before my every step the night the full Crow Moon “bundled down the sky that was my street.” My imagination magnified it to enormous size. Its primal whispers bathed my night in inspiration.

Whispers of the Truth

It was in that moment that I felt it: my boys drew close, though they are far away. It wasn’t like the banter and the hugging we experienced last summer, yet so real that I stretched out to touch them, breathing a prayer on their