It's not only the most difficult thing to know one's self, but the most inconvenient.
A Divine Message: Part One
The century had not been kind to France. It had been decades since the beginning of war, a seemingly eternal period that extended long back before she had even arrived on this Earth to begin serving the son of the Lord. Battle, it seemed, was the only constant, and nearly all of it on French soil. She wondered when the raids on her village would end, whether it would be burned a second time. What could they want with Domrémy, this little isolated patch in the Northeast? Why could they not just be left to live?
The enemy, she supposed, must want it all—every last corner ...