{"id":46,"date":"2025-05-04T15:21:10","date_gmt":"2025-05-04T15:21:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/?page_id=46"},"modified":"2026-04-13T23:14:06","modified_gmt":"2026-04-13T23:14:06","slug":"books","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/books\/","title":{"rendered":"Books"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

An archive of Alonzo’s work.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Whispers in Silence<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

Reverend Benedict Ashford was a vicar unlike any other. His presence was commanding, yet his voice was never heard. He moved through St. Augustine’s parish like a ghost\u2014watching, listening, writing\u2014but never speaking. Mute since childhood, he had built a world within the ink of his sermons, where words flowed as effortlessly as breath. Yet, in the presence of others, silence clutched at his throat. An invisible shackle forged from fear and grief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For years, he toiled under the weight of an unseen burden, his brilliance stolen by the very man who should have guided him. Rector Edward Llewellyn, a man of sharp wit and dulled morality, had made a reputation from Benedict\u2019s words. Blackthorn Hollow’s congregation adored the Rector\u2019s eloquence, unaware that the beauty of his sermons did not spring from his own mind. Benedict, ensnared by duty and his own paralyzing dread, allowed it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But the arrival of Miss Eleanor Thornton would stir the stillness. A governess with a quiet strength and secrets of her own. Eleanor was not one to shrink before the weight of Blackthorn Hollow\u2019s unspoken truths. She came to care for the Rector\u2019s young kin, but it did not take long for her keen eyes to fall upon the Vicar in the shadows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mill Creek<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

In a quiet upstate town in New York where tradition runs deep and silence runs deeper, one mistake can ignite everything. When Edgar Allen is sent to live with his grandparents in Mill Creek, he\u2019s already carrying a past marked by anger and fractured family ties. The last thing he expects is Clara Bennett: a steady, soft-spoken, and raised in the tight-knit Mennonite community on the edge of town. She is everything he is not: grounded, faithful, and determined to see the good in a world that has often failed her.

As their unlikely friendship deepens into something neither of them can ignore, old resentments begin to surface. Whispers ripple through the town. When jealousy turns reckless and a single night spirals into violence, Mill Creek is forced to confront the cost of pride, prejudice, and the stories people tell to protect themselves.

Mill Creek is a powerful coming-of-age story about love, redemption, community conflict, and the courage to stand for truth when it costs you everything.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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An archive of Alonzo’s work. Whispers in Silence Reverend Benedict Ashford was a vicar unlike any other. His presence was commanding, yet his voice was never heard. He moved through St. Augustine’s parish like a ghost\u2014watching, listening, writing\u2014but never speaking. Mute since childhood, he had built a world within the ink of his sermons, where […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-46","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/46","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=46"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/46\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":108,"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/46\/revisions\/108"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alonzohays.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=46"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}