Bathsheba (2 A Dangerous Beauty Novel)(Paperback)Angela Hunt
One of ancient Israel's most famous women--as you've never looked at her before
One of the Bible's most misunderstood and misjudged women, Bathsheba comes to life in this new biblical reimagining from Angela Hunt. Combining historical facts with detailed fiction, this is an eye-opening portrait that will have you reconsidering everything you thought you knew about her.
After receiving God's promise of a lifelong reign and an eternal dynasty, King David forces himself on Bathsheba, a loyal soldier's wife. When her resulting pregnancy forces the king to murder her husband and add her to his harem, Bathsheba struggles to protect her son while dealing with the effects of a dark prophecy and deadly curse on the king's household.
About the Author
The author of more than 100 published books and with nearly 5 million copies of her books sold worldwide, Angela Hunt is the New York Times bestselling author of The Note, The Nativity Story, and Esther: Royal Beauty. Romantic Times Book Club presented Angela with a Lifetime Achievement Award in 2006. In 2008, Angela completed her PhD in Biblical Studies in Theology. She and her husband live in Florida with their mastiffs.
Size140 x 216 mm
Number of Pages352 pp
PublisherBaker Book House
SPRING, 996 BC
The first time I saw King David, I was sixteen and he was
behaving like a man possessed. The procession carrying the holy
Ark of the Covenant was moving slowly down the street where we
lived, and the pageantry of the parade mesmerized me. Scores of
musicians preceded the Ark—trumpeters, harpists, men who played
the lyre, and singers with fine voices—and dozens of somber priests
walked alongside them, their faces a study in reverence and sobriety.
Then I caught the glimmer of sunlight on a cherubim’s golden
wing. I clutched my father’s arm and wondered if I should hide my
face from such a sacred sight, but before I could ask, a rising cloud
of dust caught my attention. Behind the two priests who guarded
the ark, between the Levites who were blowing shofars, I spotted
an auburn-haired, bearded man who leapt and spun and whirled
in reckless abandon. He wore the linen ephod and robe worn by
the priests of Israel, but as the day was warm and the sun hot, he
stopped spinning long enough to shrug off the outer robe and toss
it to one of the guards. Then, clad only in the light linen shift, he
continued to leap and twist, all the while grinning like a man who
had been caught up in a holy rapture.
I glanced at my father, certain that I would see him frowning.
In a moment he would call out a rebuke to the guards; he would
command one of his friends to haul the madman away.
Instead, my father smiled, and in his eyes I saw the same look
of fond indulgence with which he regarded me when I had done