THE ABSENCE OF SOUL (SOCIETY'S SOUL Book 1)

✍ Scribed by Amanda Twigg

• Year: 2020
• Tongue: English
• Weight: 268 KB
• Category: Fiction
• ASIN: B085WZXT37

✦ Synopsis

Use magic or hide it?
Landra wants the quiet life of a second child: traveling the six cities, training as a Warrior, and looking for love. But when her Chief Warrior father says, “fight me,” everything changes.
Brutal training follows, but in a world where magic is despised, she must hide her growing power to protect her life, her family, and the soldiers she is now sworn to lead.
With a civil war between Warriors and Templers barely one disaster away, will Landra hide her visions to broker peace, or will she succumb to the magic and provoke war? Her people’s fate rests on the answer. Seeing auras won’t help her this time.

Landra dawdled outside her father’s command room clutching a summons. Any training session with Chief Hux promised pain, and the timing of this one couldn’t be worse. Rather than knock, she traced a finger along the woodgrain door she knew was there, but her gaze slid beyond, as if seeing through glass.

Shelk. So, now I see through wood?

This had only happened once before, so she dismissed the vision. Better to return to her room now rather than face Father and expose her flaw. No punishment could match the disgrace of having magic. She took a deep breath and pulled her tunic away from her chest. By narrowing her eyes and refocusing, she brought the door back into view. The sight of blessed woodgrain calmed her Soul, giving her the chance to gather her thoughts.

What would a soldier do now? Not run, for sure.

Her heart craved a Warrior’s future, one where she competed in the championships, traveled the six cities, and looked for love. Magic didn’t fit in with that, so rather than submit to fear, she bunched her fist and knocked.

“Enter.”

Inside the room, oversized wooden furniture and an equipped combat area reflected her father’s personality, and slippers by a chair made this look like his home, but his armor-clad figure looked suited for war. He might be Chief Warrior Griffin Hux, commander of six cities, but she still thought of him as Father.

“Fight me,” he said, pinning her with a terrible stare,

Woah. No “nice to see you, daughter.” Just “fight me.”