... Out in the bay, a fish leaped. And the place where it splashed became a rippling ring. The sight of that silver ring spreading on the peaceful water pierced me to the marrow. For it seemed to me an omen, a portent pregnant with meaning, a symbol of my life: a once undisturbed surface stirred into a glimmering, ever-widening circle. The circle would expand until it was swallowed in the vastness of the bay – and then there would be nothing left, nothing to show that it had ever existed.
Excerpt from The Paradise War © Stephen R. Lawhead
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