Snippet Sunday (11): Soul Searching

If you have landed here from my main website via WeWriWa, thanks for following the trail of bread crumbs.  For now, I will post my snippets from TCAF here, to allow for comments. Website issues aside, this has been a long and horrible month for me. I won't go in to details right now. But I will say the following snippet, in which Ronan explains to Devyn his beliefs concerning the concept of souls, is apt.

"I used to think the soul was a tiny tornado shaped object hidden in my chest, located somewhere around...here." He placed his palm between Devyn's breasts, his fingers warm as they pressed against the firm space between her soft curves. "I have no idea where the notion came from, but I used to imagine my soul as that little tornado, able to grow stormy in moments of moral turbulence and whisper-quiet in times of peace. I thought when people died, the tornado funneled up and out of their body and blew away," Ronan trailed the back of his hand up the pale column of her throat, "off to heaven or hell or into a new body - who knows. I still don't. Is it possible that there are a finite number of souls who return again and again to new bodies?" He shrugged and met Devyn's eyes, "I don't think such a thing is impossible."

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