On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness: A Book Review and a Memory

When I first read Andrew Peterson’s title, “On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness,” I remembered being there myself. My father was a fisherman, and it was nighttime on the Atlantic in January. The slap of gentle waves against the ship made me sleepy as we sat silently side by side, staring outContinue reading “On the Edge of the Dark Sea of Darkness: A Book Review and a Memory”