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SCARS OF THE SOUL

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, August 2005

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

1056 Home Ave.

Akron, OH 44310

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0328-4

Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Briana St. James.

Cover art by Syneca.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Scars of the Soul has

been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall

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objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated

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“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

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SCARS OF THE SOUL

Sahara Kelly

“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.”

(William Shakespeare, Sonnets)

“Then there are those who care not about extraterrestrials, searching for meaning in other

human beings. Rare or lucky are those who find it. For although we may not be alone in the

universe, in our own separate ways on this planet, we are all…alone.”

(Jose Chung, The X-files, “Jose Chung’s from Outer Space”, Copyright Twentieth Century Fox

Film Corporation)

Scars of the Soul

Prologue

The two moons swelled into a dark purple sky bringing their cold light to the

surface of an alien world. It was deserted, its residents buried snugly in underground

caverns, waiting out the long and harsh winter months.

They were Raheeni, a race of sexual vampires whose very existence had been

threatened up until a short time ago. Now things were improving. A spirit of

enthusiasm rippled through the inhabitants as children were born, books appeared to

flesh out the education and interest of the people and a firm hand—that of Master Noul

Keirat—held the reins.

No one knew that deep below the underground cities a shadowy figure crept down

ancient passageways. They would not have recognized him had they caught sight of

him, since he was not of Raheen. His height, his golden hair and—most of all—his

wings, would have revealed him as alien to this world, but he was careful to avoid

detection.

He went deeper, his goal the oldest of the “Mistress” rooms. Down to the crypts

where the bodies of several Raheen women lay, awaiting selection by a new Master. At

that time their souls would return from the far-distant planets where they had been

placed for safekeeping.

They were few in number, so their visitor on this night knew he had to be cautious

and not disturb anything or anyone. Deeper he went, until he could barely see his way

by the aged lights that flickered dimly.

There . The last door.

He entered, closing it behind him silently. Oh yes. This would do nicely.

A woman lay nude on a marble slab, hands crossed beneath her breasts. Her hair

was the typical Raheeni silver of a Mistress, but it was dimmed by a light sheen of dust.

She must have been here for several generations, never having been the “right” one for

a Master.

The golden creature glanced at the wall. On it was a glyph, a galactic map, with the

faintest thread of light showing where this woman’s soul had been placed. He

narrowed his eyes. Yes, it was familiar. It seemed Raheen had recognized Earth for

what it was, a safe haven for a few of its Mistress’ souls.

He’d been there once before. He could fit in. It was destiny.

He had no problem with the transportation unit cleverly concealed beneath the

map. His race had once been lauded for its technical brilliance and he had retained that

knowledge. His people had not. They had been exterminated.

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