The Psi Chronicles trilogy ends with True Son, in which Taemon, the True Son, is guided by the Heart of the Earth to both free Gevri from the Nau and to evacuate the Nathanites south to the sea, then west to the cliffs. The Republikite army and their archons ruthlessly follow them, until the Heart of the Earth, through Taemon's calm, peaceful, determined and listening heart, provides a way for the people to be reunited and for the mountains to become plains once again.
Here is my favorite part:
"He stilled his mind until there was only this tree. This sky. This moment.
When he was ready to listen, he was ready to ask.
I'm willing to do what I must to save my people. I'm ready to lead them out of Deliverance. Please tell me where we can go.
Nothing came to him.
Patient. He had to be patient. He had to be still and listen.
Still nothing came.
What could he do? Pout? Demand an answer?
No, he could only wait. He would wait all night if he had to.
He tried not to think about how long he'd been there, but it had been a long time. Maybe it was the darkness, or maybe the worries were too great to keep at bay for very long. Taemon could feel despair creeping into him.
And with despair came its companion, doubt.
Was he leading the people to safety? Or was he cowering from opposition? Was he really the True Son?
Once started, the doubts flooded his thoughts like a cloud of bats. They gathered and multiplied and swarmed until he could barely breathe.
Was the Heart of the Earth even real? Or was she just a voice he made up in his head, a way to fool himself into thinking he had a purpose?
And then it hit him: there was no way to know.
And when you can't know something, you have to choose what to believe. What would he choose?
The cloud of bats vanished, and Taemon could hear the frogs again. The Heart of the Earth would not tamper with free choice. If she gave him a sign, some proof that she existed, then he would have no choice but to believe. She wouldn't do that; she always let him choose. He had to make his choice first. And then he'd be able to see the signs, if there were any.
What would he choose to believe?
A laugh burst from his chest. He had answered his own question. He believed in the Heart of the Earth. He couldn't imagine the world making sense without her. She had spoken to him. She had given him ideas that he never would have come up with on his own, ideas that he sometimes didn't even want to hear. She was real. Of course she was.
Taemon scrambled to his feet and stepped away from the tree. He stretched his arms out on each side, dropped his head back, and looked into the stars. "I choose to believe,' he whispered. "I will be a True Son. Please tell me where to go."
And he saw." (p. 177-179)
I love that Lana Krumwiede uses the Divine Feminine in her trilogy!