Remember When . . . Dreams Came True?

I’ve always been intrigued by the stories of dreams–you know the kind. The ones that get recorded, that come true, that sometimes need interpretations. Some are prophetic, some get the title “true,” some rewrite the course of history.

The Greco-Persian War was launched because of a series of dreams. Xerxes had announced he was going to war, but then rethought it that night and decided his cautious uncle may be right. He decided to change his mind. That night he had a dream of a handsome, fierce man who taunted him for turning away from the greatness he was called to. He dismissed the dream, announced the change of plans–and the following night dreamed of the man again, whose taunting was seriously disturbing this time. Terrified, he made his uncle come sleep in his bed, wearing his robes, hoping he would be given the same dream. The uncle was (much to his surprise)–and the man was so enraged with him for talking the king out of the war that he came at his eyes with red-hot pokers.

And so, they went to war.

This dream isn’t actually in Jewel of Persia, though Xerxes tells Mordecai all about it, and it’s a well known fact within the palace. But in editing, I just got to another dream. This one is a woman saying, “I dreamed last night that I will deliver a little girl when we get back to Susa.”

Now, it took some courage for me to put this in. Why? Well, for the very reason her husband uses in reply. “I have never heard of a mother dreaming of a girl-child, either in the stories of your people or mine.”

The mother replies with my reasoning for including it. “Why would you? History only records such things if the child goes on to greatness, and women matter little . . . you read the history of men. Women tell different tales.”

Ever talked to pregnant women about whether they’re having a girl or a boy before they get that 20-week sonogram? Sometimes they’re clueless. And sometimes they know. How? A feeling, sometimes. But many I’ve talked to have said, “Every time I dream about the baby–which I started doing before I even knew I was pregnant–it’s a girl.” (Or boy, depending.)

Me being me, these stories had me so excited that when I was pregnant with my first, I second-guessed myself constantly IN my dreams! Totally useless gauge–I would actually hold the baby in my dreams and wonder, “Boy or girl?” Sometimes the gender would change mid-dream. Kinda frustrating. 😉 But with Rowyn, my dreams did indeed always feature a little boy, though I was afraid to admit as much, given my dreaming-indecision with Xoe.

But as I was writing this part in Jewel of Persia, it really hit me–women didn’t just start dreaming about their kids in the last few years. If we do it now, we did it then. But why record it? What does it matter?

Historically, it doesn’t. The men who wrote the histories would wave it away. But we . . . we tell the tales of women. And we care.

Story Time . . . A Hope Undaunted by Julie Lessman

Story Time . . . A Hope Undaunted by Julie Lessman


Some of you undoubtedly remember when a few months ago I mentioned how I read Julie Lessman’s latest but had been asked not to post the review until the book had released. Well folks, the time has come!! A Hope Undaunted just released September 1st, and now I’m gonna drive you all nuts by posting my review, which will necessitate you buy it because, well, it’s awesome. =)

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Katie O’Connor’s got her life planned out, everything in place for perfection. In the fall, she’ll be attending Portia Law School. She’s got Jack, the rich, influential beau who dotes on her and will help her use that law degree to the greatest affect. Her goal—crusade for women’s rights, so that other women won’t have to live under the thumb of a man like she has all her life. She loves her father, sure, but times have changed. It’s 1929—when will he realize she should be given some independence? Instead, he sentences her to a summer of hard labor, working for her worst nightmare.

Cluny McGee has finally grown up . . . at least until he butts heads again with little Katie Rose O’Connor. She always did bring out the worst in him. Of course, she also always made his heart pound a little too fast. Her attitude certainly hasn’t changed over their decade apart, but he has. He’s a Christian now, and he’s determined to live up to it. Quite a task, when forced to work closely with Katie at the Boston Children’s Aid Society. Temper and passion get all mixed up, and the sparks that fly do little to illuminate the right path. But one thing he knows without doubt—Katie will either make all his dreams come true or rip him to pieces.

A Hope Undaunted delivers exactly what one expects from Julie Lessman. Passion, temper, faith, love, and family tying it all together. I loved the exchanges between stubborn, proud Cluny and fiesty, headstrong Katie. We all sigh over a strong hero, which Cluny certainly is. In this book we also have the pleasure of getting to know the sassy heroine who has to learn where wisdom and spirit meet.

I have to admit that I really wondered through the first half of the book how the author was going to rein Katie in and help her to see that willfulness is only an asset when our will aligns with the Lord’s. I knew Julie Lessman could pull it off—and boy, did she!

This is the first book in the Wings of Change trilogy, which continues the saga of the O’Connors that we met in the Daughters of Boston series. Readers of the first series will definitely not want to miss this one, as we get continued peeks into the lives of Katie’s family, whom we all adore. New readers will thoroughly enjoy the dynamics and sparks between Katie and Cluny, though the subplots might not resonate as much with them if they don’t already know the characters.

As with Lessman’s other books, A Hope Undaunted has quite a few passionate moments that some readers of Christian fiction might not like—but also as with her other books, each of those is underscored with and answers to God’s expectations. That’s what I love most about books by Julie Lessman. I know the characters are going to experience in equal measures passionate love for one another and for the Lord.

Another winner from Julie Lessman!

Remember When . . . Secrets Were Cool?

Book VII of Herodotus’s Histories ends with a story included solely for its coolness-factor. (Unlike modern historians, Herodotus was all about telling us things solely for coolness–he obviously wasn’t concerned about word count.)

See, we hear a little bit about a former king of Sparta who was exiled from his country when he recommended they align themselves with Persia’s King Darius. So when he peeps kicked him out, he naturally fled to Persia. When Xerxes launched the campaign against Greece, ex-kingy came along as an adviser.

Now, here’s the cool story. Herodotus heard that before the troops left Persia, Damaratus (ex-kingy) sent a message of warning home to Sparta. Kinda irrelevant since it didn’t come to anything, and no one claimed he included anything but, basically, and “I told you so” in the note. But Herodotus told us about it because it was so clever.

See, Damaratus took a typical message tablet–hinged wooden box that opens kinda like a book; inside are two wax surfaces, on which the message is pressed with a stylus. Close it up, and voila–your message is protected for the journey. But not exactly secure. Damaratus, though, did something never before recorded. He peeled off the wax and scratched his true message into the wood, then put the wax back on and pressed a benign one into the wax.

Of course, he peeps back in Sparta had no clue why exiled-dude was writing them with something so useless and thought long and hard on it until finally someone said, “Hey, let’s look underneath the wax.” Took them months to figure this out, apparently.

This was such a fun story, but there was absolutely no way I could work it into Jewel of Persia. So I stole it instead. 😉 I took the cleverness of the idea and made it the standard way two of my bad guys communicate when they’re apart.

Gotta love poetic license.

Hope everyone has a happy Wednesday!

Remember When . . . They Just Didn’t Get It?

One of the things I found interesting when comparing Persian history as told by the Greeks versus Persian history as told by the Persians is their understanding of the whole polygamous thing. (And I’m not awake yet, so let’s hope this makes sense.)

There are a few places where Herodotus makes mention of Xerxes’ “illegitimate sons” who came with him to the war. Now, given that Xerxes was only in his late thirties during the war, and yet he had a son of marriageable age, we know they must have gotten early starts on their families in Persia–confirmed when his eldest son, Darius, gets married, though he couldn’t be more than 20. It’s perfectly reasonable that these “illegitimate sons” mentioned are in their late teens. Even more likely is that, rather than being “illegitimate,” they’re really just the sons of other wives.

See, whenever Greeks mention the king’s wife, they mean the queen. They will occasionally reference concubines, and I recall one mention of the word “harem.” But they didn’t seem to grasp that the other wives were legal, and that hence their children were legitimate. Curious, eh?

I had to look up as much as I could find on concubines, and all the sources I located agreed that concubines were legal wives, though their contracts were “lesser.” So far as historians could tell, this was because they didn’t have dowries. But their children could inherit.

To further the complication, Persians (at least royal ones) seem to have no concept of incest. Or very limited, anyway. I assume (please, God) offspring was off-limits, but siblings sure weren’t. I actually read a line that said something like “So and so figured his claim to the throne was even stronger than his brother’s, since he was married to their mutual half-sister.” All together now: ew!

All this just goes to show how hard it is to judge a culture not by the standards of ours, but by their own understanding. So when a Persian has an affair with his niece, by their standards it isn’t terrible because of the family connection, but simply for the adultery. Which is bad enough, but our sensibilities still recoil.

Needless to say, I had quite a challenge when writing a Persian hero whose moral compass pointed a different direction than what I was used to.

Remember When . . The Story Stopped?

So, just wrote a book about Esther, right? (Okay, more about another wife in the harem, but Esther was there too, and important.) Based it partially, obviously, on the book of the Bible named after her. Which stops in the twelfth year of her hubby’s reign.

Assuming said hubby is Xerxes, that means he was killed 8 years later. Esther would have been, in all likelihood, in her early twenties when she was widowed. Ever wonder what happened to her after that?

While reading Jewel of Persia, my hubby asked that question and demanded I figure it out. 😉 He offered his opinions on where she’d be likely to go, what she would likely encounter. And I gotta tell you–it’s intriguing to consider.

See, my reading of Esther, to go along with the history we have on Xerxes, requires that Vashti (a.k.a Amestris) is not killed, just deposed. I have to read it this way, because Amestris was Queen Mother during her son’s reign, after Xerxes’ assassination. Now, assuming all I do . . . can you imagine?? Can you imagine being the queen one day, then the next not only is your husband dead, but you’re under the control of the woman you replaced? A woman notorious for being bloodthirsty and cruel?

Yeah, um. I’m guessing Esther didn’t stick around the palace and hope that her marriage contract would see her set up in luxury for the rest of her days. I’m guessing she got out of Susa–fast.

But my little brain still has lots of questions it’s mulling over. What about Mordecai? Would he have fled too? (Probably.) Would Artaxerxes, well known for his kindness to the Jews (see Ezra and Nehemiah) have helped her or taken his overbearing mother’s side? (My answer–both, depending on who’s in the room, ha ha.) Where would they have gone? How long did she live? Did she ever remarry?

Which leads to a whole new realm of “Can you imagine?” questions. Like, can you imagine going into hiding, probably not letting anyone know who you are, then eventually having to confess to a would-be second husband that you’re the widow of Xerxes? As in, the former king? That you were the Esther??

Oh yeah. Many, many interesting plot points in the making. Roseanna is going to have so much fun with this! LOL.

Remember When . . . Historians Duked It Out?

So I’ve had some frustration lately in the research department. Bear with me as I explain it to you.

It begins in the footnotes of my Bible. When looking at them for the Esther part of Jewel of Persia, it handily tells me that Xerxes’ successor is Artaxerxes (which I knew), who is mentioned in Ezra and Nehemiah. Okay . . . cool. Said notes tell me how he’s the king who funded the rebuilding of Jerusalem, the one that Nehemiah was the cupbearer for. Okay . . . cool. This makes perfect sense, right? Artaxerxes may well have been influenced by a certain Jewish queen that came on the scene when he was a boy, so my plot-loving self just thinks this is awesome.

Until I actually read Ezra. Then I’m left scratching my head and asking, “And you get that this is Artaxerxes I how?” Here’s the thing–all the kings in the dynasty used, like, four names. And they go in this order: Cyrus (the Great), Darius I, Xerxes I, Artaxerxes I, Xerxes II, Darius II, Artaxerxes II. (There’s another one in there for a few months, but I’m leaving him out for the sake of clarity.)

Now, we can see right away where this is confusing, right? But when reading Ezra, the tale goes something like this: Cyrus the Great released the captives. (Check.) They reminded Xerxes of Cyrus’s command to rebuild and got started. (Check.) But during the reign of Artaxerxes, their enemies sent him a letter whining about how rebellious these folks have been in the past, and Artaxerxes said, “Yeah, stop working on your temple, dudes. You’re causing trouble.” So construction halted until the second year of Darius. Then after these things, during the reign of Artaxerxes, Ezra came up from Babylon . . .

Do you see where my issue is here? I don’t get how in the world this is during the reign of the first Artaxerxes, given that after these things. My commentators tell me he’s just talking about one thing, then jumps back to the “real” story and the king in power when the whiners wrote that letter, but I just don’t see it.

The issue could be handily resolved by outside dates, but I’m not at all sure if the dates of completion of the temple, etc., are based on the commentators’ understanding of the kings, or if their understanding of the kings is based on known dates. It makes a huge difference.

And I’m left in this weird place of wanting it to be Artaxerxes I for plot reasons, but totally not buying that it is, LOL. I might go with it anyway–I mean, I write fiction. And it would agree with all the Bible footnotes I can find. But still. The historian in me cringes and demands a better explanation than my commentators will give me.

Then I get to growling at other historians too–apparently much of the info we have on the kings and their families after Xerxes comes from a historian so notoriously unreliable that other historians have ascribed him a special ring of hell, LOL. (Seriously–it’s in some ancient satire.) So I don’t have a clue what I can trust when it comes to information on the years following Xerxes’ assassination.

Why is this important, you ask? Because my hubby/publisher said, “I want to know what happens to Esther after Xerxes is killed. Write a sequel.”

Yeah . . . if only I knew what I could accurately put in it!