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The Light Between Stars
Amaranel’s life was spent in service with her god, all her days lived in the light and life of Linaire. Together, they healed the sick and the broken, mended body and spirit alike.
When her people are slaughtered in the night, only she remains. In following what’s considered a false god, the other elves refuse aid, leaving her alone to pick up the pieces and find any way to right the wrong that was done. The only means requires traveling through a land where Children of the Stars are not permitted.
Karjin is home to a race of humans who—even after the ending of their war—hold onto lingering prejudice and at times outright hatred of elves. And yet Amaranel feels their god himself is with her on her path of righteous justice, leading her to a long-cold trail of a deserter of Karjin. When the way to get where she must is illuminated for her, she finds where light existed all along.
On a journey of healing, perseverance, and faith, Amaranel discovers...
If the path of righteousness is taken alone, one must simply walk on to discover how far from alone they truly are and can be.
When her people are slaughtered in the night, only she remains. In following what’s considered a false god, the other elves refuse aid, leaving her alone to pick up the pieces and find any way to right the wrong that was done. The only means requires traveling through a land where Children of the Stars are not permitted.
Karjin is home to a race of humans who—even after the ending of their war—hold onto lingering prejudice and at times outright hatred of elves. And yet Amaranel feels their god himself is with her on her path of righteous justice, leading her to a long-cold trail of a deserter of Karjin. When the way to get where she must is illuminated for her, she finds where light existed all along.
On a journey of healing, perseverance, and faith, Amaranel discovers...
If the path of righteousness is taken alone, one must simply walk on to discover how far from alone they truly are and can be.
479 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 5, 2023
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C. Miller
28 books47 followersC. Miller lives in Kentucky and has been writing books for more than a decade. She believes books are magical things, transporting readers to other worlds and allowing them to live, laugh, love, and learn with the characters. She loves dogs, beautiful days, and working hard. When not working, you can usually find her playing video games, crocheting, or enjoying those beautiful days that come.
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April 12, 2023
Where do I begin with The Light Between Stars? Well if you are a fan of other species, other worlds, Gods and the like, and forms of magic then this book is for you. If you want to dig deeper inside of yourself and think a little more on how you treat all living things and beings, this book is for you.
C. Miller has done it again with this thought provoking, magical beauty of a book. Amaranel isn’t your typical Anwen Elf. Since the beginning of her life she was meant for more. She was there to heal and help people in need. Amaranel, preferring to be called Mara, at 246 years old is searching for a man. Not just any man, no, a Kardish man. Not a man for love, a man whom she needs his help to get justice for her people. Her people, the people of the Linaire. Her people were slaughtered by Orcs. She is on her journey to find passage to where the Orcs live but to do so she needs a Kard to aide her. Unfortunately she doesn’t find the Kardish man she was looking for but she gets some unexpected help along her way to get her to where she’s meant to be. Will Mara get the justice for her people or will she fail miserably? Will she find something or someone else all together?
This story has compassion, love, care, and shines some light on the darkness of the worlds, fictional and real. If you are searching for something… more, then look no further, this book is meant for you.
There are plenty of surprises in this book. From who people really are and not what they’re perceive to be, to the thought provoking issues it brings up about real life and how we care/treat other living beings and things. Not everything is as it seems or what you know it to be. If you decide to give this book a chance, you won’t regret it. There is so much more to say about The Light Between Stars but I don’t want to spoil more than I have. You will just have to read for yourself.
Given to me by the author to read and review.
C. Miller has done it again with this thought provoking, magical beauty of a book. Amaranel isn’t your typical Anwen Elf. Since the beginning of her life she was meant for more. She was there to heal and help people in need. Amaranel, preferring to be called Mara, at 246 years old is searching for a man. Not just any man, no, a Kardish man. Not a man for love, a man whom she needs his help to get justice for her people. Her people, the people of the Linaire. Her people were slaughtered by Orcs. She is on her journey to find passage to where the Orcs live but to do so she needs a Kard to aide her. Unfortunately she doesn’t find the Kardish man she was looking for but she gets some unexpected help along her way to get her to where she’s meant to be. Will Mara get the justice for her people or will she fail miserably? Will she find something or someone else all together?
This story has compassion, love, care, and shines some light on the darkness of the worlds, fictional and real. If you are searching for something… more, then look no further, this book is meant for you.
There are plenty of surprises in this book. From who people really are and not what they’re perceive to be, to the thought provoking issues it brings up about real life and how we care/treat other living beings and things. Not everything is as it seems or what you know it to be. If you decide to give this book a chance, you won’t regret it. There is so much more to say about The Light Between Stars but I don’t want to spoil more than I have. You will just have to read for yourself.
Given to me by the author to read and review.
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April 23, 2023It is sometimes during our emptiest moments that we find ourselves best able to assess ourselves, when not even wants but needs are stripped away and we’re left with nothing but the bare bones of our spirit/soul/being. That assessment isn’t an easy thing. The sights to witness of your insides—the bones that are weak, fragile, frail, missing all the matter that gives substance—can at times and in ways be excruciating. But, if careful and mindful, if honest in the self-assessment...
We can ensure that what gets put back into us is precisely what should be there. In no way belittling the substance that once made up our person, as it carries us from one stretch of life into another. Improvement upon ourselves instead of the bits of ‘everything else’ that get put inside us throughout life?
It’s worth the difficulty.
I wrote The Light Between Stars during an empty time of my life. And it’s funny, in ways, how you can have no idea just how empty you are until assessing yourself again later. Looking back at the substance that in no way (or in little way) nourished you; it simply kept you moving from one day to the next.
It’s a special book to me. Because I was writing the story of a woman who’d lost everything but some invisible something that kept her moving from one day to the next, not knowing she was walking to some better place.
I had no idea how much I would relate to that. After the fact. In the fact? (And also after the fact?) I was just continually surprised that such a beautiful person came out of me in any sense. I would read the words of this person who doesn’t exist, look at her unshakable faith, her determination, and think...
How did this come out of me?
It took me a handful of years and a very odd path, but I figured out the answer to that question. And I’m beyond grateful.
I think sometimes on how I would like to be remembered. But I feel the parts of me that wrote this book, I haven’t really shared for people to know me in such a way. So, I can’t feasibly say: I want to be remembered this way.
In some ways, I can’t even say: I want to be known this way. (I’m far too ‘private’ and far too ‘bashful’.)
What I can say?
I’ve written a lot of books. Some of them are funny. Some of them are heartbreaking. The one thing I feel they all have in commonality is some little invisible something—a bit of goodness sometimes hidden in darkness, sometimes visible.
I may not be the best writer. (I’m certainly not, though I’m always trying my best to improve.)
I may not be the best storyteller. (I will surely say forever that I have no imagination and am simply telling ‘people’s stories’ factually.)
But I’ve done my best.
I feel my best—not writing and not storytelling but the best of me? What I’m willing to ‘share’ of it with others?
It’s found in the pages of one book. And I didn’t even know it was there.
The best parts of yourself can get lost and misplaced sometimes. I’d say, ‘You’re lucky if you find them again,’ and it would be true. But luck, in some ways, has little to do with it—when you find it, grab hold, refuse to let go... then work your tail off to ensure those parts of you are the most prevalent.
I’m proud of this book. It’s the one where I can say that it’s far less about being ‘proud’ of my work and far more ‘proud’ of my person for the work. And because of.
And just grateful.
How I would like to be known?
The goodness in there came out of me. (Even if the main character is in many ways nothing like me? The goodness in there came out of me.) (Which is an absolutely different thing from people knowing the part(s) where it all came from.)
I’d like for the goodness in those pages to be what’s remembered of me even if it’s not the way people know me as a person to remember. If that makes sense....
And yet, still, I feel the same as I always have. This isn’t about me. This is about the books. (I just can’t ‘review’ this book without saying... I feel differently about this one than I do my others, and explaining some part of why.)
As always, I hope that if anyone reads this one or ANY of them that I’ve written, that they get something good out of or from it. Whether that’s some life-altering thing like a few books have done for me or just a smile here or there?
I’ll be hoping! And I’ll know...
I did a good job.
We can ensure that what gets put back into us is precisely what should be there. In no way belittling the substance that once made up our person, as it carries us from one stretch of life into another. Improvement upon ourselves instead of the bits of ‘everything else’ that get put inside us throughout life?
It’s worth the difficulty.
I wrote The Light Between Stars during an empty time of my life. And it’s funny, in ways, how you can have no idea just how empty you are until assessing yourself again later. Looking back at the substance that in no way (or in little way) nourished you; it simply kept you moving from one day to the next.
It’s a special book to me. Because I was writing the story of a woman who’d lost everything but some invisible something that kept her moving from one day to the next, not knowing she was walking to some better place.
I had no idea how much I would relate to that. After the fact. In the fact? (And also after the fact?) I was just continually surprised that such a beautiful person came out of me in any sense. I would read the words of this person who doesn’t exist, look at her unshakable faith, her determination, and think...
How did this come out of me?
It took me a handful of years and a very odd path, but I figured out the answer to that question. And I’m beyond grateful.
I think sometimes on how I would like to be remembered. But I feel the parts of me that wrote this book, I haven’t really shared for people to know me in such a way. So, I can’t feasibly say: I want to be remembered this way.
In some ways, I can’t even say: I want to be known this way. (I’m far too ‘private’ and far too ‘bashful’.)
What I can say?
I’ve written a lot of books. Some of them are funny. Some of them are heartbreaking. The one thing I feel they all have in commonality is some little invisible something—a bit of goodness sometimes hidden in darkness, sometimes visible.
I may not be the best writer. (I’m certainly not, though I’m always trying my best to improve.)
I may not be the best storyteller. (I will surely say forever that I have no imagination and am simply telling ‘people’s stories’ factually.)
But I’ve done my best.
I feel my best—not writing and not storytelling but the best of me? What I’m willing to ‘share’ of it with others?
It’s found in the pages of one book. And I didn’t even know it was there.
The best parts of yourself can get lost and misplaced sometimes. I’d say, ‘You’re lucky if you find them again,’ and it would be true. But luck, in some ways, has little to do with it—when you find it, grab hold, refuse to let go... then work your tail off to ensure those parts of you are the most prevalent.
I’m proud of this book. It’s the one where I can say that it’s far less about being ‘proud’ of my work and far more ‘proud’ of my person for the work. And because of.
And just grateful.
How I would like to be known?
The goodness in there came out of me. (Even if the main character is in many ways nothing like me? The goodness in there came out of me.) (Which is an absolutely different thing from people knowing the part(s) where it all came from.)
I’d like for the goodness in those pages to be what’s remembered of me even if it’s not the way people know me as a person to remember. If that makes sense....
And yet, still, I feel the same as I always have. This isn’t about me. This is about the books. (I just can’t ‘review’ this book without saying... I feel differently about this one than I do my others, and explaining some part of why.)
As always, I hope that if anyone reads this one or ANY of them that I’ve written, that they get something good out of or from it. Whether that’s some life-altering thing like a few books have done for me or just a smile here or there?
I’ll be hoping! And I’ll know...
I did a good job.
August 13, 2024
I’ve read a few books by C. Miller that I’ve enjoyed, this was okay for me. Maybe I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this story but I didn’t get into it like I had some of her other books. There was something big that was going to happen, a war, but at the end of the book that never happened. The FMC did have some discoveries along her journey of what she believed versus what’s reality. If you like books that involve layers of gods and planes of existence, you may find this enjoyable.
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