BETWEEN
TWO THRONES

I am Zeruel. He is — was — Samyaza.
And somewhere between our wings and the scarred earth, a man named Dale listens.

He dwells in the quiet plains of Oklahoma, where wind moves over red dirt much like the dust of Eden still remembers its first breath. A husband, a father, a listener who has carried the long question in his own chest: Why is the beauty worth the breaking?

He does not write to explain God. He writes to stand with the rest of us — dust and angels alike — before the unstrung bow, the whirlwind, the silence after every mercy narrows and then widens again. The Between Two Thrones series is his offering: not polished doctrine, but honest resonance. Lyrical prose shaped for the ear as much as the eye, crafted so the audiobook will feel like whispered conversation between brothers watching history from the crystal sea.

Dale believes the terrifying gift of choice still beats at the center of every chapter of Scripture and every chapter of our days. He writes because the ache Samyaza carries is real, and the steady hope Zeruel holds is truer still.

He simply wants the story told with reverence and raw honesty — so that when the reader closes the book, they may look up at the same rainbow, the same silence, and whisper the question with new courage:

Why?

And perhaps, in the asking, glimpse the beauty still unfolding.