

Soulful - Chapter 5 Arik woke stiff from having slept on the cold ground and thought he might give sleeping in the tree instead of under it at try next time. He swept the blanket aside before he realized Kira must have laid it over him, for no one else had a blanket that felt quite like it – it was light but warm and softer than anything else he’d ever been covered with. He looked around for her and when he didn’t see her anywhere, decided she must have awakened earlier. Funny, though, he had no memory of her at all yesterday. That couldn’t be right, could it? His memory told him he had worked steadily all day moving trees butSoulful - Chapter 5


Soulful - Chapter 4 Kira slept as late as she could the following morning, cradled in the limbs of the massive oak tree. When she swung to the ground she was surprised to find little Moira staring up at her with a huge grin on her face.Soulful - Chapter 4
“Do you always sleep in the tree?” the child asked in her high-pitched, breathless voice. “Can I sleep there, too?”
Kira squatted down to Moira’s level and tucked the child’s hair behind her ear. “What are you doing here, Sweetpea? Where’s your Mamma?”
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Soulful - Chapter 3 When the settlement came to life the following morning, everyone was surprised to find a neatly stacked pile of limestone bricks next to the frame built the previous day. There looked to be enough blocks to build at least two houses. Merius accosted Arik the minute he emerged from the forest. “Sir,” he asked, “is this your doing?” Arik simply nodded. “We could have helped you, sir. There was no need for you to stay up all night again.” He was too observant by half.Soulful - Chapter 3
Arik smiled and clapped the older man on the shoulder. “I managed a couple of hours of sleep, M


Soulful - Chapter 2 Arik reached for his sword but before he could draw it, Kira placed her hand over his to stay him. “They mean us no harm,” she said quietly. All the same, he kept his hand on his sword hilt.Soulful - Chapter 2
An old man with long white hair and scraggly grey beard led the way. He wore an ankle-length, shapeless robe of brown homespun and carried a long, gnarled stick that appeared to have been polished for it seemed to glow. He stopped before Arik and inclined his head. From behind him stepped a woman. Arik sucked in his breath at the sight of her and stared. Her hair tumbled
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