Excerpt -
soul survivor
Grayson
left his chair. For a historian, a world without time was an especially
difficult concept to grasp, but while on his way to the window to look at the
approaching storm, he was admitting to himself that there was apparently more
truth, than not, to Prothro’s ideology.
“There is
an exceptionally strong argument to be made that we are first and foremost
spiritual beings having only a brief physical experience¾not the other way around,”
Prothro said from behind him. “Time in our physical bodies is very limited, and
the older you get, the more apparent that becomes.”
“So, did
I see the ghosts with my physical eyes, or did I momentarily see into the
spiritual realm?”
“There’s
no clear science on this, but the general consensus is that you have seen with
your spiritual eyes. They have opened, and in your case, I suspect they were
opened by Sophia entering your soul.”
“Will my
spiritual eyes ever close?”
Prothro
shook his head. “Mine haven’t.”
Grayson
watched the window being dotted with drops of rain from the fast approaching
shower. Life as he had once enjoyed it was over, he was concluding in the
moment that the rain turned heavy on the window. As instantaneous as a flash of
lightening, he had been transfigured from strong and sane to lame and
loony.
About The Author

Rosanna’s debut novel Soul Survivor combines her love for
the enchanted state of New Mexico and her fascination with the
paranormal. She lives on a small piece of West Texas with her husband,
two devoted golden retrievers, and two narcissistic cats.
Also by Rosanna McCoy
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