Hanna

Welcome, welcome!  Readers new and old, I welcome you, to Hanna.

To the fans of Jesse, I begin with an apology: you have waited far too long for another book from me (cause, you know, I’m pretty sure that after experiencing the amazingness of my stories you just gave up reading anything else altogether).

To those of you who have no idea what Jesse is: read it.  I do not think it will disappoint.

As many of you know, I have been working on my second novel for several years.  I must now confess, (gasp!) that this novel was, in fact, completed in the summer of 2015.  I assure you, it was not withheld for any selfish purposes, but for purely literary ones, which I will now explain.

This novel, The Feel of Prairie Grass, is the first in a series.  As I came to the end of this first installment, and began considering the new direction in which the sequel would be heading (for details on this, see the blog post Happy Endings), I realized there was another story, which must be told first.

You see, there are many characters in my head.  And they all exist in the same world.  Sometimes, they interact – and this is what happened here.  I cannot complete the Prairie Grass series, or share its inaugural episode, until you meet someone else.  Someone I’ve known for a while.

I will warn you now: this story is not finished.  What I present to you now is only the first in a series of at least three novels, all of which must precede the Prairie Grass series.  I know where this character is headed, and I have begun the sequel, but I make no guarantees about when it will be completed.

I, for one, am excited at this prospect.  Some of you will be reading this offering as I work on the next, and somehow, that makes me feel closer to you.  But if you’re the kind of person who will be driven insane by a not-quite-complete ending – maybe check back in a year or two.  No hard feelings.

And now, may I introduce, Hanna.


 

She had always thought, if she could choose a gift, it would be the gift of prophecy.

It had gone out of style, like speaking in tongues.  Perhaps it was no longer necessary.  But if she had lived in those times, when God chose individuals to warn nations, she would have wanted to be a prophet.

Now, she’s rethinking that reckless wish.

Being chosen isn’t as easy as it looks.  Most of the time, it’s just confusing.  And often, downright terrifying.  Because knowing the future, is one thing.  Avoiding it, is another.

 

Use the links below to start reading Hanna.

 

Hanna: Chapter 1

Hanna: Chapter 2

Hanna: Chapter 3

Hanna: Chapter 4

Hanna: Chapter 5

Hanna: Chapter 6

Hanna: Chapter 7

Hanna: Chapter 8

Hanna: Chapter 9

Hanna: Chapter 10

Hanna: Chapter 11

Hanna: Chapter 12

Hanna: Chapter 13

Hanna: Chapter 14

Hanna: Chapter 15

Hanna: Chapter 16

Hanna: Chapter 17

Hanna: Chapter 18

Hanna: Chapter 19

Hanna: Chapter 20

Hanna: Chapter 21

Hanna: Chapter 22

Hanna: Chapter 23

Hanna: Chapter 24

Hanna: Chapter 25

Hanna: Chapter 26

Hanna: Chapter 27

Hanna: Chapter 28

Hanna: Chapter 29

Hanna: Chapter 30

Hanna: Chapter 31

Hanna: Chapter 32

Hanna: Chapter 33

Hanna: Chapter 34

Hanna: Chapter 35

Hanna: Chapter 36

Hanna: Chapter 37

Hanna: Chapter 38