Eyes of the Soul: Soul Seers, #2

By Rene Folsom

Jonah has never experienced a woman more stunning than the beauty that haunted his dreams. Although his dreams had every feeling of reality, he woke up every morning with the stark realization that those Amethyst eyes were only a figment of his imagination. Yet he still couldn’t seem to get her stare out of his mind.

Making his way through life, Jonah’s love of art became his outlet. His talents proved to be the only way to recreate his dreams. Her beauty was his constant. Even though he didn’t know her name, he was determined that one day he would find her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rene Folsom
• Release date: Apr 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301972883

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Synopsis

Jonah has never experienced a woman more stunning than the beauty that haunted his dreams.  Although his dreams had every feeling of reality, he woke up every morning with the stark realization that those Amethyst eyes were only a figment of his imagination.  Yet he still couldn’t seem to get her stare out of his mind.

Making his way through life, Jonah’s love of art became his outlet.  His talents proved to be the only way to recreate his dreams.  Her beauty was his constant.  Even though he didn’t know her name, he was determined that one day he would find her.

Copyright © 2013-2015 Rene Folsom

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Eyes of the Soul, Second Novella in the Soul Seers Series

Jonah’s sketches created by Jayson Juras.

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Dedication

To my brother, Jayson, for diving into Jonah’s mind and sketching Ella’s eyes so we may all enjoy his dreams visually.

Table of Contents

Synopsis

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Soul Seers Series Order

Rene’s Books

About the Author

Ut imago est animi voltus sic indices oculi.

(The face is a picture of the mind

as the eyes are its interpreter.)

— Marcus Tullius Cicero

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Chapter One

A blanket of stars reflected in her amethyst eyes, like sparkling crystals among a rippling body of water at sunset. I’ve never experienced a woman more stunning than the beauty that haunted my dreams.

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Amethyst. What an odd color for a woman’s eyes. Odd... yet absolutely breathtaking. I couldn’t get her stare out of my mind. They were the most captivating eyes I had ever seen... or dreamed about. I didn’t actually see them, although my dreams had every feeling of reality.

Each emotion, image, and sensation of my dreams over the past six years had been nothing short of lifelike. Every morning, I woke up feeling torn with such a mixture of sensations... hope, love, sorrow, loss. But the amethyst eyes of my nightly obsessions kept me in a constant stupor throughout my high school and college years, and continued to entrance me during my days and nights.

Not only did she haunt my dreams, but also my every waking moment was captivated by the memory of her gaze. She was in everything I did. Everything I created had a piece of her. Whether blatantly obvious or humbly subtle, she was the foundation of all my thoughts, decisions, and creations. Her beauty was my constant. And even though I didn’t know her name, I was determined that one day I would find her. I had to.

At first I thought I was pathetic. Thriving on the possibility of finding the love of someone I only dreamed about seemed juvenile and weak. Yet, I had grown to realize my determination to seek out the one thing I desperately wanted and needed in my life made me stronger than any man who just settled for normalcy. I was now strong enough to know I didn’t want to be another sheep in the masses of conformity.

I wanted her. I wanted to know she was real. And keeping that goal active in my mind proved to be more challenging than anything else I ever had to face in this trial we call life.

At the age of twenty-four, I was hurdling through art school, completing my final and most brutal semester of the prestigious sculpture program at the university. I was a favorite amongst the professors and most of my classmates, yet I had never felt so conflicted. My sketchbooks, all full of beautiful amethyst eyes, were like keys to my essence... as if the purple irises could see right through me. I was certain she could dig