Seeker 1, "The Lady of the Mist."

By John Pirillo

Rick is a recluse. Withdrawn from the world he lives high on top a mountain with his dog, Renty. The loss of his mother was
more than he could bear. But one day everything changes for him when a beautiful woman appears to him, not in a vision, but
in real life. She touches him and transforms everything he has known to be true.

But then she vanishes, as suddenly as she came, a lady of the mist, a vision, an angel maybe that has come to give him purpose
once more.

Now he is abandoning his life as a recluse to discover the secret of the visions she gave him of the future and to see what she
meant when she called him "Seeker."

An exciting romance of the spirit and heart has been crafted to guide the reader into an adventure of the soul that will both
uplift and entertain them. Come on an adventure whose end is the very meaning of life itsel!

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: May 31, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310736964

John Pirillo

The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

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Seeker

The Lady of the Mist

John Pirillo

A Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014

The Lady of the Mist

Chapter One: The Dream

Floating. Floating. Floating. Not going right or left, or up and down, just a strict, but soft sensation of floating. The feeling you get just before you wake up sometimes, as if you were part way in your body, and part way somewhere else.

Colors whirled about my face, caressing me, possessing me with gentleness, like delicate fingers tracing the contours of my cheek and jaw. I have never felt as good as at that moment, except perhaps in the arms of the woman I love.

A soothing tingling goes up and down my spine, but I have no spine, I am just an aura of happiness bobbing in infinite time and space. I turn around to see where I am and I'm floating above our planet, which turns so peacefully below, its oceans bowls of green and blue, yellows and oranges. The sun kisses and caresses our world as gently as a mother her baby. I can feel its love for me and everyone that lives on that tiny spot in space.

For tiny it is.

When I turn my attention outwards towards space, which is where I appear to be floating, I can see stars as far as my imagination can stretch and beyond. The universe is so vast that it is impossible to count even the smallest number of galaxies, solar systems, and planets that orbit and move throughout it. And it's not standing still. It's in a state of flux. Constantly growing and expanding.

There is no Big Bang, because it always has been here, with parts of it expanding more so and other parts less so, but always moving, moving, moving.

That is when I feel the urge to climb on wings of light about me and fling myself towards the furthest edges of the universe. I go faster and faster, speeding past the moon like a bullet, then past Mars and Jupiter and Saturn till the vast and cold Neptune and Pluto fall away from