Mind Body Soul Books Novels & Stories

he says, closing the book. Oh right. She has forgotten about that. Saying nothing more, he puts the book back under the mattress and removes himself from the bed for her. She sits in a comfortable position on the bed to start the most basic of magic, complete concentration. Magic comes from the soul, from within; originally it is formless, shapeless, without a substance, but unlike smoke or air. The soul is influenced by the mind and is connected with blood, muscle, and bones.

I'm a fairly brave person, I am, but sometimes I just didn't wanted to feel the process of recovery all over again. I knew I had to wake up feeling okay in the morning. I would, but it was simply a level of worn-out-ness that hurts. But I knew I wasn't tired physically. It was the mind and soul that needed rest. "Your majesty! Are you even listening?" Of course I wasn't listening. "We'll move next to uh, maybe the land of the dead. Or the fire, hell place you said."

"Enough..." I feel my soul leave my body, flow into space, carried around without gravity having a say on me, before I get slammed back into my body. But I'm in a different place. In a library. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I scream before I take in my environment. "Where is this?" I ask. This place is mind-blowing and surreal. It's like a library and garden merged into one. There are lots of plants, and the green blends perfectly with the brown wooden shelves and books. And there are a lot of books stuffed in each shelf.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

he said. I held the book tighter, “Power like this isn’t stored in people for a reason,” I said, slowly opening the book. “It’s stored in inanimate vessels for a reason—books, stones, crystals—because they don’t have souls to corrupt.” I paused, saying through gritted teeth, “they don’t feel.” My heart pounded but I continued, “They don’t break under the weight of it.” Silence at first and then suddenly he understood. He already knew what I was going to do. He saw it in my face.

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>