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Soul Song
Shawna Bennett
Copyright © 2020 Shawna Bennett
All rights reserved
First Edition
Fulton Books, Inc.
Meadville, PA
Published by Fulton Books 2020
ISBN 978-1-64654-491-2 (paperback)
ISBN 978-1-64654-493-6 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-64654-492-9 (digital)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2020903274
Printed in the United States of America
Table of Contents
This book is dedicated to my husband, Rich, who has shown me that having a soul mate can change your whole life.
Let us talk of Faeries and let us speak of Fae
Sometimes you see them in the forest dancing night and day.
You may see them in the moonlight gazing up at Venus
But only a glimpse you will ever see, because they live in the world between us.
If you catch their attention, approach them very lightly
It may take years, so hold your vigil nightly.
But if you have the chance
Sit and watch them dance.
They love the power of nature, and it loves them back
The power to raise the wind and the beauty to steal your soul, for that they have a knack.
Be careful though because even though they are beautiful, they are terrible too
They love all of nature, but they certainly don’t love you.
So if you happen upon a Fae one night or ill-fated day
Do yourself a favor and turn and run away.
Prologue
The woman sat at the back of a run-down, poorly lit bar in the early afternoon. Even though it was early in the day, a group of what she assumed were regulars populated the bar. They were a questionable-looking bunch, and she guessed their activities weren’t lawful most of the time. The old beer signs that decorated the walls hadn’t been replaced in decades, and neither had any of the furniture from the looks of it.
She looked out of place among the patrons, which would usually bring them entertainment. She had long chestnut-brown hair that was streaked with gray. Her dress was long and flowing. When she walked, it reminded her of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. People usually guessed her age as early fifties, but the reality was she had been alive for centuries. Born in a time long forgotten by men.
The bartender, a gruff-looking man whose lifestyle had aged his looks, had taken her order earlier. He was usually a flirt and found desperate women made easy prey, but he served her quickly and was on his way. She made the crowd uneasy. This place was usually filled with boisterous laughter and music from an old jukebox, even during the day. So she sat alone in the back of the bar in a half-circle booth with a tall back. She sipped the weak tea she had been brought and waited patiently for the four men whom she had invited. They kept stealing glances at her from the corner of their eyes. They all had come to the unspoken agreement there was something strange about her.
The heavy wooden door creaked open, and the sunlight came streaming into the bar. There were no windows inside, so the sunlight spotlighted the dirtiness of the place. She thought the regulars who came here for day drinking must have sad lives if this place was their escape. In walked her first two guests, who looked around the place in disgust. She had needed somewhere out of the way, where the five of them wouldn’t draw attention.
If the bar patrons thought she didn’t fit in, they were even more shocked by the two men who came through the door. They made her look like she came here every Saturday night. They walked to the bar to order drinks, and the bartender’s hands shook as he poured them. One of the men took a handkerchief from his coat pocket and wiped his glass before he accepted it. The other man handed a hundred-dollar bill and told him to keep the change. They walked toward her with drinks in hand.
The brothers were named Julius and Marcus. They had been born during the rise of the
