Believe or not, the novel has made it into double digits. Here's just a snippet to whet your appetite (and/or keep at me so I finish it):
From chapter 3
Priscilla entered the atrium just moments after I did, her hair covered with a veil down to her shoulders. Her face was serious, but beautiful as always.
“I covered my hair just for you, Timothy,” she said with a smile.
For the first time, I saw the hint of a grin on Paul’s face as well.
“You know I think Apollos is right, Timothy,” Aquila ventured this time. “Aristotle would be proud of you.”