As One Devil to Another was written sixteen months later, in a white-hot burst of inspiration, though there were moments in the writing when I was beset by both doubt and fear. I was attempting to write a book that, in however modest a way, would follow in the steps of my Master, the man I revere above all others, and I was attempting further to copy his narrative voice. Who was I to do this? It was then I recalled – Lewis again, my ever-present companion and guide - that faith is not antithetical to reason, but the thing that buttresses reason in the face of fear. I had been given a task. The important thing was to obey, and leave something for God to do.
Beckoning our weary souls»