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The ursa claim that when they go on their pilgrimage as young adults, they do this thing they call “soul searching.” I’ve always wondered what this meant. Are their souls like vessels that need to be emptied out like old luggage and filtered through to find clues to their true path in life? Or are they missing their souls and the pilgrimage is how they find them?
I’ve never asked anyone else this question before because I kind of already know the answer. Their soul searching was a journey to understand the souls they already possessed. I’d have liked to think that my own pilgrimage was the same thing, except I was probably fooling myself.
First of all, I’m not really on a pilgrimage at all. I ran away from home and my family is probably looking for me.
And second, I don’t have a soul, which is a double-edged sword. It means I’m nearly impossible for my family to find, but it also means I am missing the one thing that could probably tell me where I belong in the world, and I’m fairly certain my own quest isn’t going to lead me to it.
Ever since I ran, I’ve been going through the motions of this so-called “soul search,” but haven’t really learned a whole lot about myself that I didn’t already know. I’m an infinitely adaptable creature and a quick study, yet the powers I was born with are still wimpy as fuck. Three weeks into a self-imposed exile from the life I knew, all I’d really learned were things related to the human world to which I’d fled.
Humanity was both amazingly resilient and heart-breakingly fragile at the same time. I finally understood why the higher races were so drawn to them. Why the dragons used to collect human mates and hoard them like treasure.
That particular instinct wasn’t exactly dormant in me. Thanks to my somewhat unorthodox origins, I was magically linked to a special segment of humanity that was infused with divine blood. And thanks to that blood, there was something distinctly magical hurting some of the humans of the bloodline.
My deepest instincts urged me to protect them. Whether it was my dragon nature at work, or a trait of one of the other four races that ran in my blood, I kind of wanted to take half the bloodline home with me just to keep them safe. That would have solved a lot of issues, but it wasn’t exactly feasible to show up in the Dragon Glade or one of the other three sacred homes of the four higher races with a whole pile of humans in tow.
Even if I could go home. One of the few things I’d learned about myself was that I was stubborn as hell. I was part human, so that resilience and tenacity was there, but I was also immortal, so not so fragile, at least not on the outside. I couldn’t leave the human world until I’d figured out what was hurting the people I was linked to and why, even if it meant keeping watch over the one thing they possessed that I didn’t: their souls.
The irony was not lost on me.
Shirley Ann Speakman
11/6/2018 06:37:29 am
Congratulations on your new release Ophelia the book sounds really good and what fab cover!
11/6/2018 06:46:11 am
This sounds like a great paranormal read! Neat cover!
11/6/2018 11:24:53 am
Thank you for telling me about this book.
11/6/2018 11:53:29 am
I would love to read your book.
11/6/2018 12:15:06 pm
I liked the excerpt.
11/6/2018 12:46:22 pm
Dragon on the cover? I am in....
11/6/2018 02:27:13 pm
I love the cover of this one and it sounds like one that will keep me interested.
11/6/2018 04:08:21 pm
Stylish.. Lots going on
11/6/2018 11:44:48 pm
Sounds really great.
11/7/2018 12:20:50 am
Very interesting cover
11/9/2018 03:04:44 am
I love the cover.
11/11/2018 02:36:04 am
Liked the excerpt.
11/13/2018 03:16:49 pm
Sounds like a good read!
11/14/2018 09:59:52 pm
Beautiful cover and a great excerpt. Looks like an awesome read.
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