A lone, modern-day warrior falls in love with the beautiful maiden who saves his life only to realize that she may not be real.
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Two souls bound by different rules…
Aditsan Claw is a successful modern-day entrepreneur trying to escape from the life he left behind. His grandfather’s death forces him back to the reservation where he embarks on a dangerous journey. Lost, alone, and near death, he accepts that he will soon leave the world of his people. When the vision of a woman appears before him, he concludes he must be dreaming—until he feels her gentle touch against his skin.
Angeni is an Earth healer, one of many spirits who watch over Mother Earth. Her soothing touch heals the ravages caused to the planet. Floating on the wind, she is surprised when she hears a soft, pleading sigh for help. Curious, she follows the heartbroken whisper. Her journey leads her to a wounded warrior.
Forbidden to help, but unable to resist, Angeni risks her very existence to help Aditsan. Can two souls, bound by different rules, find a way to stay together in a world where neither belongs?
Internationally acclaimed S.E. Smith presents a new action-packed story full of romance and adventure. Brimming with her signature humor, vivid scenes, and beloved characters, this book is sure to be another fan favorite!
Note: The Warrior’s Whisper was previously released in The Glittering World anthology.
Angeni paused and listened. The wind teased her senses, as if playing with her. Curious, she watched as it swirled around, forming a small dust devil.
“What are you trying to tell me?” she demanded.
The wind danced around her, causing her to twist around to keep up with it. Impatient, she wiggled her fingers. The whirlwind moved unevenly before enveloping her. Her long, black hair rose upward. The wind playfully braided it with bits of desert flowers tucked within the strands.
“Well, if you have something to share, tell me,” she instructed.
Grandfather, help me.
The low, raw plea caught her by surprise. She lifted a transparent arm. The wind filtered between her fingers before slipping away, but not before the anguish contained within the words reverberated through her.
She followed the wind, moving effortlessly across the sky. Her world was the spirit realm. Those like her made up the world that the people of Earth knew. They were the stars, the moon, the sun, the wind, the earth that grew the things the people needed. Her skill was in healing. She soothed the ravaged Earth after the others of her kind moved through.
Her gentle touch came after the fires of her brothers scorched the earth, the floods caused by her sisters’ tears, and the damaging winds from her father when he was angry at the way the people below treated the gift he and her mother had given them. They lived by the laws of nature: building, destroying, and healing, but never interfering with the day-to-day lives of those who walked the Earth. That was forbidden.
Yet… the sound of the soulful plea wrapped itself around her gentle heart. The pain in the human’s voice resonated through her. Curious about why the wind had decided to bring her this particular voice, she followed it across the world and along the narrow canyons. She followed the river created by one of her sisters to the end of the canyons carved by the flowing tears until she came to the beginning where the water still fell into the pool created by her father’s fist when he’d pounded the ground.
In the shade of the painted cliff lay a warrior. His side was soaked in blood. She absently noted it was the same color as her mother used to create the red canyon walls. Beside him lay a weapon designed to hunt the animals that were created to feed them.
Help him, the wind whispered to her.
“It is forbidden,” she replied, startled at the unusual request.
