Spiritual Eyes Book 1

By Camille Kleidysz

Spiritual Eyes is a captivating tale about an accomplished ballerina living in the bustling metropolis of New York City. Kai suddenly finds her self in the face of adversity when she has a life altering encounter with a man whom she despises on the happiest day of her life. Kai Valentine's chance meeting with Roman, an infamous neighborhood gangster, forces her to implement the Biblical principal of “love thy neighbor” and challenges her faith and perception of the frail human condition. Will Kai Valentine’s life ever be the same after her unexpected encounter with Roman?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Camille Kleidysz
• Release date: Sep 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465894397

Camille Kleidysz

Camille Kleidysz is the author of a compelling series of inspirational young adult novels-Nazareth Heights, and Spiritual Eyes. Camille was born and raised in California, and has spent her life traveling throughout the United States and Europe. Residing in New York City and Warsaw, Poland helped to inspire her work. Nazareth Heights is the first in a series of novels, with work progressing quickly on the follow-up.

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SPIRITUAL EYES I

Life Odyssey Series

by

Camille Kleidysz

Smashwords Edition

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Atlanta, GA 30339

Spiritual Eyes I

Copyright May 2009 by Camille Kleidysz

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Table of Contents

I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | VIX | X

An Excerpt From Nazareth Heights Book I

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I

"Tilt your head…That is it… That is it! Now, that my dear…that is pure beauty. Your lines are absolutely exquisite! Remember… Mon joli cygne (my pretty swan)…you are telling a story."

Madam Marceau continued to pound her ivory stick against the worn, wooden floor. She carefully studied the graceful movements of the dancer and methodically kept tempo for her most prized protégé.

Watch your arms…relax your fingers. There…that is it! The dancer continued to leap, twist, and gently glide across the dance floor. Her movements were majestic, soft, and fluid. She continued to freely spin across the cracked, wooden dance floor as if it were made of slick ice.

Madam Marceau began to quickly clap her hands, signaling for the dancer to cease her delicate movements. Come, Come, we must talk…I’ve seen enough. Madam Marceau’s heavy, Parisian accent was a delicious sound to the ear. She had been a renowned ballerina for twenty years in Manhattan, and the chaotic and harsh tenor of the city failed to mute her elegant and demure Parisian style.

You have it…You now have it! Madam Marceau gently placed her ivory stick down and began to tightly squeeze the ballerina’s hand.

You have the classic aesthetic and technique of a true ballerina!

Madam Marceau’s face immediately became suffused with a glow. "You are, my dear,