Her: Quick-Read Series, #2

By Allison M. Azulay

The lone survivor of a plane crash in the mountains leaves the site and becomes lost as a winter storm approaches.  Desperate, he takes shelter in a cave, where he finds...a goddess.

• Language: English
• Publisher: ALLISON MARGARET AZULAY
• Release date: Feb 15, 2019
• ISBN: 9781989215555

Allison M. Azulay

Born to Canadian parents of mixed, predominantly British heritage, Allison M. Azulay spent her formative years in a village outside of the capital city of Ottawa and her teen years in the steel city of Hamilton, Ontario. Like her mother, she read voraciously, and she composed stories of her own at home as well as in school. Later, encouraged by her husband to explore her ideas and talents, she wrote poems, short stories, children's storybooks for relatives, and more. After the death of her husband, she began to write and independently publish novels and short stories.

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SOLITUDE

SHE DID NOT REMEMBER BEING YOUNG, for she had always been here.  Well, perhaps not here, exactly, for there had been no Here when first she became.  Since then, she had abided in many a Here, as each crystallized around her with her Thoughts.  Some Heres had been hot and dry, some hot and steamy.  Some had been cold and windswept, some sparkling with snow and ice.  Some had been bright, some dark.  All had gradually filled with creatures small or large, mobile or stationary, as she imagined new shapes in the Universe.  And she had tended the Living Essences of rock and water, air and fire as well as the myriad other forms that Life had taken with her flights of fancy.

It was no burden to Be.  Indeed, there had always been joy in creation.  And she had chosen to become many, in time, when the proliferation of vital Spirits required expansion of her power.

Time.  It was Time that allowed the Here to have meaning for each manifestation of Life.  But it was Time, she now realized, that had brought to her a strange ennui.  This listlessness had crept into her soul slowly, imperceptibly at first, until it swelled enough to thrust itself upon her awareness.

But what was it?  What fed this weariness within her?

She had been mulling this phenomenon for an aeon or two when she finally put a name to the dreadful void:  loneliness.  Despite all her many Selves and all