Sosanna's Fate: Keltic Multiverse

By LizAnne Axtel

What's a rose got to do with fate?

 

The leprechaun Sosanna doesn't know if the fate crafted into a stained glass rose at her birth carries a blessing… or a curse. After years of searching, only one night remains for her to discover the truth. As she waits through what she fears are her final hours, a human saves the rose from destruction.

 

Even as a child Jonathan was drawn to the glass art glittering over a bar's entrance. When his company targets the rundown building for demolition, he knows he must save the rose. And the beautiful woman he finds hiding in the dark.

 

Together, their efforts protect the fragile glass and await Sosanna's fate. Will the rising sun bring the blessing… or the curse?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dokopot Books
• Release date: Feb 18, 2024
• ISBN: 9798223675129

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Sosanna’s Fate

Sosanna’s Fate

A KELTIC MULTIVERSE SHORT

LIZANNE AXTEL

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Epilogue

LizAnne Axtel

The other writerly me

Chapter

One

Sosanna

Releasing a long, slow breath, I study the faded, broken building where a stained glass rose had been covered over years ago. Even hidden behind layers of wood, I still feel the power emanating from the rose. Using the ‘Luck o’ the Irish’ the wee folk were supposedly blessed with, my mother’s mother had placed a promise, a blessing she’d said, within the glass as the rose was created. But the promise hasn’t been fulfilled and unless a miracle occurs in the next twelve hours, my fate is sealed.

In millennia, none of my kind have gone for so long without discovering and fulfilling the blessing or succumbing to the curse created for each member of the clan. I’ve known since I was a wee babe the words woven into the glass design. They’d been sung over my cradle and each year at the celebration of my birth. But whether the song is a blessing or a curse, I just don’t know.

Many years have passed since I discovered the single rose blossom created of fine glass made from sand collected from the shores of the Celtic Sea. But soon after, the building was deserted and the glass covered by layers of thin wooden boards and plaster.

The building was revived and filled with boisterous partiers several times, but each new bar or restaurant was shabbier than the one before and now the last failed business is to be torn down on the morrow.

Grasping the stone pendant my mother gave me when I came of age, I sniff back an unwelcome tear. Months ago a tall wire fence was erected around the property to separate the derelict building from the otherwise well-kept and lively business district. Huge yellow machinery now sit with their wide scoops pointed toward the dilapidated building. The thought of the coming destruction tightens a band around my heart, but the pain is nothing compared to what I fear I might feel once the glass breaks.

I’ve tried legal ways to stop the destruction needed to make way for a planned car wash. A car wash? That my existence will be altered because of a car wash nearly makes me laugh. But no matter what means I attempted, I haven’t gotten past the company’s stern receptionist, and my calls and messages obviously fell on deaf ears. There hasn’t even been any form of acknowledgement I’d attempted to make contact. No