Yikes! It’s Saturday night. An entire day got away from me.
The Wildblood Series
A Post-Apocalyptic Action Adventure
No one remembers what started the war, the big one. Civilization stopped, and what came next was fueled by rage and fear.
Twenty years on, a tiny refuge, a place called The Vista, may be one of the last vestiges of humanity. Isolated, guarded, and hiding a dark secret, the people have survived World War Last, and they are content with that. Their children, however, are not. The search for others will send them out into a world they know nothing about, where the line between enemy and ally is blurred.
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This week, something a little different. This is Shannon, talking to Green in a rare, quiet moment. (PS – Green is Siksika, a Blackfoot, FYI.) Bloodlines; Book 3 of The Wildblood.
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“Can I ask you something personal? I know your brother is a shaman, but I remember your Sun Dance, too, you know spiritual things,” Shan said.
“I have opinions, I know traditions.”
“Do you think we have souls?”
“You mean the Altered?” Green was caught off-guard. “Of course you do, it doesn’t matter what has been done to your DNA, it has no effect on your soul, it can’t, those things have no connection. You’ve been listening to the old media feeds again, haven’t you?”
“They wanted us destroyed, because we were soul-less deviants, created by science, they didn’t even consider us human.”
“Don’t do that to yourself, Shan; you know better, I know better, if you had no soul, you wouldn’t worry about having no soul, because it wouldn’t matter. Understand?”
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I really have hopes of wrapping this up in the next week. You never know, it could happen. I’d say I’m taking December off, but that’s a big, fat lie. Too many projects waiting to have me type them out.
You know the drill. Go buy a book, if you think you’d like it. Thanks for stopping by.