Being born with the rarest hair color in the land is not the prestige you would expect it to be. Every female born with red hair is cursed. Cursed to do Alamir’s bidding and collect the souls of the dying. Some see it as a gift, others not so much. Distrust and misconception abound. I’ve made my peace with my purpose, the life of loneliness and duty. But when a soul speaks to me from beyond his body, from within the freckle which he resides on my skin as I carry him to the waters of the River of Souls, my world is put into question. A soul has never spoken before, why is this one so special? Is it the way he worries for me? The way he learns and understands me? Perhaps it’s because we can feel each others emotions, and not all of them are bad? 

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  It takes the will of not one but two gods to put right what was done. A trick crafted by a being even more unknown than myself, a Soul Dealer. My soul magic is changing, the call of the souls more demanding. Things aren’t right in the world and the one person that might be it’s source may also be the only person to undo its damage. With the magic of a Spellcaster, the knowledge of a Sage, the wits of a Wanderer, and the blade of a Sword Smith we might just be able to set things right. If not the world as we know it may never be the same again.

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  Tropes: slow burn, forced proximity, reluctant companions to lovers, soulmates, virgin fmc, soft fmc, gods & magic, ancient curses.

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Coming April 2027!