In an age where cleverness often counts more than substance, Jane Tyson Clement's stories offer a break from all the noise. Written with a measured beauty that recalls Tolstoy and Tolkien, they rely less on plot devices than on allegorical symbols and the evocation of moods. There is nothing heavy or stilted about these tales. But there is the thrill of expectancy, a sense that something new is on the way, and the belief that the Someone for whom humanity longs and waits is seeking us, just as we seek Him.
