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Odyssey Bourne Force

Author: Deb Renner never really thought about writing, until lightning struck one humid evening in November 2005. She has scores of unfinished manuscripts of novels, short stories, poems and lyrics stashed away in cyberspace, ready to one day face a brave new world. Until turning forty, Kate Willard’s life was predictable, organised and lonely. Then, unexplainable visions and dreams threaten her sanity. Believing she is going crazy, she desperately searches for answers. Upon the discovery of a bloodstone, crude mental powers unlock inside her and lucid dreams guide her to Divisions — an extreme covert organization running a secret project; the Odyssey Bourne Force — so secretive, they deny their existence. Divisions possess an ancient stone portal, allowing for extraterrestrial exploration. Kate reluctantly joins Divisions and falls in love with OBF team member Doctor Peter Reynolds, a brilliant archaeologist who excavated the stone portal in Egypt. Amongst his collection of artefacts is a second, identical bloodstone, which increases her powers. Together, they learn she is a reincarnation of an unknown ancient queen who somehow saved humanity from extermination six thousand years ago. Though this amazing feat resulted in a tragic price. It seems the imperfect reincarnation process has left Kate with harrowing and disjointed memories hiding the vital truth. Everything seems reliant on Kate - but who can Kate rely on?

Debbie Renner · sci-fi
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396 Chs

Chapter 133: Ceremony Part 6

Kalvich stared at Leah.

“What? Have I got sauce on my face?”

His voice, rolled with a warm softness, “Never be scared to say what’s on your mind.”

“What do you mean? That is one of my many talents!” she hammed a wink at him.

He rolled his eyes up. “What I mean is, if anyone upsets you or you disapprove of anyone, they can be removed or easily disposed of at your command. The power is yours – goes with the title. It is something you must get used to.”

She paused in thought, searching his face, maybe waiting for the punch line that did not come. A mood of seriousness settled in. “You mean if the soup was off I could send the cook to the mines for a day.”