The Sword And The Shield: Book One Of The Pinda Chronicles

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Since I have bought the series on the recommendations below, I will see what happens in the next two books. Perhaps the whole story arc will prove more enjoyable than the first book alone, as is sometimes the case. I have tried to read the rest of the book and the more I read, the more I disliked it overall and was sad that I got the whole set since I do not wish to read them.

Throughout the epic tale are many of the teachings of that a religious movement started in founded by Paul Twitchell. One person found this helpful. By the time I finished this book, I was totally into the story.

It is nothing like what I thought it would be. This is a refreshingly new approach to the age-old epic of good battling evil. But it is done with such spiritual depth and understanding of how people are put together, that I think Mr. Retherford must be some kind of mystic himself. Down deep in the heart my psychological make up, I relate to this in a most profound way. I have yet to realize why. This is one of the most touching stories I have ever read. Really complicated things seem to come alive and understandable as the author puts together bits and pieces of the human condition as soul, while living in these things we call bodies.

Perhaps some of the most important things revealed is many of the reasons behind why we are here in the world as soul in the first place. All this is done in a most fascinating fantasy. Yet, there remains in the reader the ever present thought, "This could indeed be real. Ever so often a new author comes along that excites my mentality, or perhaps after reading this book I should say, consciousness.

This is unlike anything I have ever read.

Where did George C. Retherford get all his information to write this trilogy? I understand a little bit about the imagination, but, so far, and I'm through with book one, The Pinda Chronicles are out of this world. If you want something that will challenge your intellect and at the same time fulfill your need for fantasy adventure, then this is for you. It makes one want to really believe in the philosophy behind the story. Heh, man, I'm just a normal guy wanting to read.

I can't put my thoughts into words like George C. Retherford, but I can say what I think and I think this book is the future! It is so cool how his characters take life and become my friends while I read. And all the twinkling Beauties of the Night,. Of the Embroider'd Girdle o'th' next Sphear: And, that Hil [ Law shall give him salve for's Elbow. The Embleme strange of Man and Wife,. Thus shall the Summers Days, and Nights,. Shall drop from ev'ry Ha [ The Snow shall melt, the Ice shall thaw;.

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That, maugre Time, and Fate, it shall not die. At once that made thy Prince, and Country bleed? At once th' art Iudge, and Malefactor shown,. VErtue in those good times that bred good Me [ Here, Reader, here a Port's sad Reliques lye. THis Canto serves first to relate,. His Princes Friendship Wealth; and State,. His Youth, his Manners, Arms, and Arts;. Betwixt the Syrian, and Cilician Coasts;. Stood consecrate to Venus, and her Doves. And these were Strifes, where Envy had no place;. Nor had Ambition, with her Gyant Race,. But none, amongst that never failing Race,. Could match Philoxipes, that noble Youth,.

In Strength, and Beauty, Fortitude, and Grace. In gentle Manners, and unblemisht Truth. In all the Vertues, and the Arts that shou'd. A Prince descended from the Royal Lines. Of Greece, and Troy united in one Bed,. Was banisht home by his griev'd Father 's Ire: Great Salamis, whose polisht Turrets stood.

Books were his Business, his Diversion Arms,. His Practice, Honor, his Atchievements Fame,. Knowledge, and Arts which his high Mind endow'd,. Adhear'd to Diadems, than Wreaths of Baies. Although betwixt him, and the youthful King,. One was their Country, one the happy Earth,. Maugre his Sword, his Sceptre, and his Crown.

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This held him most to shine in the Court 's Sphere,. The magick of his Eloquence, and Art,. Had wrought the King into this Princess Grace,. The King thus fixt a Monarch in his Love,. Solon, that Oracle of famous Greece,. It was his Precept, that did first distil. That gave him Reason to conduct his Will,. That to their Greatness, make Men truly Good. To nourish Fancy; or delight the Eye. From the far fam'd Olympus haughty Crown,.

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Synonyms and antonyms of pinda in the Malay dictionary of synonyms

Mullet, or Thorn-back cannot please me more,. Into the Sea, that sweeps this Coast. Or Kid redeem'd from the Wolf 's Prey. Flourisht more fam'd than Ilia of Rome. Skill'd on the Harp, and skilful in an Air! So Fate would spare the gentle Boy, my Love. WHen thy nak'd Arm thou see'st me kiss. Make more of noise, than thy soft Breathings d [ Of Love, and of my Tears, and Smart. CHarinus, 'twas my hap of late.

ACon his right, Leonilla her left Eye. Sweet Boy, with thine thy Sisters light improve;. So shall she Venus be, and thou blind Love. To which in'ts Centre fixt my Faith 's the Earth: And as on Earth the Worlds Foundation's laid,. My Tears the Ocean are: Those sighs the Storm, that stirs the Watry Plain. Bitter's this Sea; although its liquid course. By which, as Air by Winds, my will still moves. The hidden Fire, which compasseth the Air,. My Hope 's the waxing and the waining Moon,. Your Eye 's the Sun incomparably bright,.

Why with such beauty has Love furnish'd you,. As that your sight's his Day, your absence Night,. And frozen Fear my cold, chill Winter brings. But what of this, if still my Autumn b [ WHo says, thou'rt Vitious, Zoilus, lies;. FLaccus, thou ask'st, what kind of Girl I prize? THou'rt fair, we know't, a Maid, 'tis true,. THou nought repeat'st, yet Poet wouldst be thought;. THou wondrest, Marius has a stinking Ear:. Alone thy Money, Myrrhe, and Golden plate,. I deny this one,. THou say'st, I cannot fit an old Wife's Bed,. VArus of late to Supper did me call. WE drink in Glass, thou Myrrh, Ponticus; why?



BAssa, thou say'st, thou'rt fair, and a Maid too;. Lecania bought Teeth wears, Thais her own. SInce thy dagg'd Gown's so dirty, when thy Shoe,. No Strife; few Suits; a Mind not drown'd. When raz'd Messalla 's Monumentals must. Lye with Licinus 's lo [ To Tragick buskins would'st thy Sock transfer,. And in Heroick Verse sing bloudy War? May terrify Old Men, Virgins, and Boys: With Roman air touch up thy Poems Dress,. CInna would fain be thought to need,.

PArt of thy Beard is clipt, part shav'd, anoth [ When Caesar 's coming only waits for Day? THE Fair'st of Women, that have been, or ar [ THou'rt soft to touch; charming to hear; unseen. HE did not lye, that said, thy Skin was fair,. Even as in one [ IF by her Hairs Ligia 's Age be told,. THat Themison has no Wife, how't comes to pass,. Grown now impatient of the Dust, and Sun. And flies the Olive more than Vipers Bloud. As once, they say, the Son of Theti [ Because She's only to th' unjust inclin'd;.

This Reason nought Her blindness does declare,. THE three great Evils of Mans life,. Whilst Wolves devour, and whilst Orion stirs. And that this [ Thou mayst be rich in Cattle, and in Land,. THy Beauties, Dearest Isis, have. Then since, Heaven lets thee love me, Dear,. SInce that sad Day, a sadder Farewell did. To me invisible's the Sun's fair Light,.

My Life all company, but Death, has lost,. The greatest Good does but some Ill fore-run. When handsome Paris liv'd with Helen fair,. He saw his Fortune rais'd above his Care;. Brought to old Troy, and massacred his Sire. The usual helps, that humane Re [ My Prudence, by my Courage, is withstood,.

The Air 's o'respread with Clouds, the Earth with Rain;. Thy sight, my Dear, would lend them beams of Day. See not the glorious Spring, that we should bl [ Its fatal Hear [ But, Cleon, if Heav'ns unresis [ The faithful Fool that obstinat [ THE Beauty that must me delight,.

George Retherford (Author of The Sword and the Shield)

And why the Suns, and the Moons horned Light. Suffer Eclipses of o're-shading Night. Whilst to the World we do Thy Acts reveal,. Thy Father 's, and thy Country 's hopeful Son,. T'orecome, wild Germans, and the Warlike Spain. Dazling the Sun, deck Calidonia's Soyl. WHY, envious Age, dost thou my End delay. I was my Youth, whilst Wit, and Beaut [ And fearless would the doubtful Current s [ Venus, and Bacchus 's Rites, now fruitless are,.