Timepiece
Nonfiction, Religion & Spirituality, Inspiration & Meditation, Inspirational, Fiction & Literature, Religious
| Author: | Richard Paul Evans | ISBN: | 9781439130773 |
| Publisher: | Simon & Schuster | Publication: | October 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Simon & Schuster | Language: | English |
| Author: | Richard Paul Evans |
| ISBN: | 9781439130773 |
| Publisher: | Simon & Schuster |
| Publication: | October 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Simon & Schuster |
| Language: | English |
"Of all, clockmakers and morticians should bear the keenest sense of priority-their lives
daily spent in observance of the unflagging procession of time... and the end thereof."
-DAVID PARKIN'S DIARY. JANUARY 3, 1901
So begins Timepiece, the unforgettable story of hope and the source of the wisdom
MaryAnne Parkin shared with Richard in The Christmas Box. With the help of David
Parkin's diary, Richard discovers the mystery of the timepiece and the significance of
MaryAnne's request.
*Nineteen years previous, only eleven days before her death, MaryAnne Parkin had bequeathed a
beautiful rose-gold timepiece to my keeping.
"The day before you give Jenna away," she had said, her voice trembling as she handed me
the heirloom, "give this to her for the gift."
I was puzzled by her choice of words.
"Her wedding gift?" I asked.
She looked at me sadly, then forced a fragile smile.
"You will know what I mean."*
"Of all, clockmakers and morticians should bear the keenest sense of priority-their lives
daily spent in observance of the unflagging procession of time... and the end thereof."
-DAVID PARKIN'S DIARY. JANUARY 3, 1901
So begins Timepiece, the unforgettable story of hope and the source of the wisdom
MaryAnne Parkin shared with Richard in The Christmas Box. With the help of David
Parkin's diary, Richard discovers the mystery of the timepiece and the significance of
MaryAnne's request.
*Nineteen years previous, only eleven days before her death, MaryAnne Parkin had bequeathed a
beautiful rose-gold timepiece to my keeping.
"The day before you give Jenna away," she had said, her voice trembling as she handed me
the heirloom, "give this to her for the gift."
I was puzzled by her choice of words.
"Her wedding gift?" I asked.
She looked at me sadly, then forced a fragile smile.
"You will know what I mean."*
