Twice Upon a Time
By Hope Irving
349 pages
Published
October 31st 2015
by Amazon Digital Services
Once upon a time, I was Morgann, a 9th century Irish
calligrapher-monk. Deirdre was my assignment, my forbidden
love, a witch with whom I wrote a coveted book.
Unfortunately, our story didn't get a chance to become a fairy
tale, it turned out as a famous urban legend referred as
The Black Angel Book.
In order to protect the book from getting in to the wrong
hands, Deirdre cast a spell. One where I remember and she
forgets. Under her spell, our souls travel from body to body
until we find each other again. Eventually.
My quest is to find Deirdre, in whatever body her soul
inhabits and trigger her memory. Only, the woman I find
1200 years later is not what I was expecting.
Rose is not my type but my soul yearns for her. Every sign
tells me that she is my Deirdre. How do I convince this
broken, quiet and unbelieving woman that she is my
twice upon a time?
Okay so how to put
into words how this book made me feel.
I guess that is a little “WTF just happened?”
kind of ending.
This is not a happily eve after kind of book. But man was it
weird too, in an interesting kind of way. This book is about
a book and a urban
ledged. It dose have you puzzled as you
read. It is more like what world have
happened in real life if
a witch had cast this spell. It would not be as simple
as telling
her who she was to Virgil.
Vigil has had to
live reincarnated over and over, while he tries
to find his lost love. And as
atypical male he has had a hard
time with it over and over. But maybe this time
he may have
found he in Rose. But he seems to keep screwing it up. He
thinks it
should be simple. But when has anything in life ever
been that simple. And
while he tries to figure it out a new
guy comes into the picture. And he may
very well have lost
his chance if only he can figure out what to do. But when
he
pushes her away will he ever be able to get her back. I have
to read the
next book now. I have to find out how it ends.
Now before I ruin
this for you I will leave off here. I hope you
enjoy this book as much as
I did. If you do like this book,
please consider leaving a review. The Authors
really like it
when you do; they value your opinions too.
Centuries
ago I was Morgann. Albeit I am neither immortal nor
a
supernatural creature of any kind, I am now an urban legend. For I am
something
else.
I am
a soul that gained awareness of its existence; a
wandering
soul inhabiting various bodies throughout their mortal life.
A
soul longing to be reunited with its soulmate.
Like
the fairytale, you know, “Once upon a time…” And the rest
of
the story unfolds, sometimes with torments, but always with a happy ending.
Only
that is not how it turned out for us.
So
maybe we should try another story line that would end
better
this time. Let’s say, “Twice upon a time,” maybe?
Anyway.
This is what I am.
Centuries
later, this soul eventually ended up in my body. Now
I
feel I can speak on Morgann’s behalf, for I’m him and he’s me. We’re one.
Fearless
and hopeful, when Morgann’s body died, his soul began
its
journey. His body was no longer of use but his soul had lived on, intact,
searching
for her frantically. Her? Well, that would be Deirdre, a powerful
medicine
woman accused of being a witch.
Some
witnessed my encounter with Deirdre and what followed,
back
when I was still Morgann. I, Morgann, a monk working on the now infamous Book
of Kells. Witch or medicine woman, I couldn’t care less because right from
of Kells. Witch or medicine woman, I couldn’t care less because right from
the start
I had that gut feeling she was the one for me, even as I had simply
stared
at the river of shiny black hair falling down to her back. It was meant
to
be.
Kismet.
Yes,
we were undeniably soulmates. Twist of fate? I have no
idea
but that was how connected our souls were and still are, somehow. What
was Deirdre doing there that day in the
monastery?
I didn’t dare ask. After that, I was already too involved to search
for
more explanation. My fate was sealed and so was hers. When we were
introduced,
we grasped at once that we were made for one another as long as we
lived.
Too bad we hadn’t foreseen our time together would be shortened by
greedy
people. Hopefully she was resourceful and found a way to escape our
fate.
Let
me tell you about us.
What
did we do wrong?
Well,
when you’re a monk, there is no such thing as falling in
love
and breaking the vows of celibacy but I did. When you’re a medicine woman,
there
is no such thing as engaging in a passionate relationship with a man, and
not
just any man but a monk.
So
the medicine woman was accused of being a witch for her
medicine
involved plants, charms and casting spells as well. Truth be told, she
was
a witch. There was no doubt about it.
Morgann
was born in Ireland in the 8th century.
When
exactly? Not sure. Nobody was good at keeping track around that time. For
some
reason, though, centuries later I had a dream about the encounter that
changed
everything; it happened in the year 813.
Shameless,
Deirdre and I broke all the rules. Deirdre had been
paid
to write what she knew about strong medicine and spells. I was one of the
chosen
script monks who wrote the book in calligraphy with her, for years.
That
meaningful book didn’t belong to us. It was theirs. So
meaningful
they ended up referring to it as poisonous when I’d rather call it
visionary.
Who were they? The sleeping partners; narrow-minded judgmental
people
who started to get scared of her. Of us. They needed to destroy us.
Deirdre
didn’t realize their attempt until it was almost too late.
But
we had to stop them once we had apprehended their genuine
intentions.
Their goal was plain and simple, yet we were too blinded by our
love
to see it right from the start. They were seeking eternal life. But it
didn’t
work that way. None of them ever figured out how to cast the right spell
at
the right time on the chosen person.
When
it got out of hand, people’s imagination was already at
work.
At once, word-of-mouth spread the tale that soon became legendary. Why?
Well…who
could believe in our true fate? A soul that lived on until reunited
with
its soulmate, come on!
Soon
enough, our legend started. Our peculiar story and the
supposedly
poisonous book were referred to as the Black Angel Book.
·٠•● Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠· Hope Irving ·٠•●
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ●•٠·
Hope Irving is the proud mother of a lovely and witty young
lady, and the lucky wife of a loving and supportive husband
. She's a debut indie author who lived in Paris, France, most
of her life and also in the US, where she graduated with
a master degree.
She loves Nutella and Camembert cheese (not together),
carrot cake and cinnamon Altoids.
Her favorite fictional characters are Eric Northman (Sookie
Stackhouse series, Charlaine Harris) and Sean Bateman
(The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis).
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