An anomalous seismic discovery leads Sana Willoughby, a young and beautiful data scientist, into an adventure of love, self-discovery, and danger where she finds herself in a globe-crossing race against time to stop an ancient and mysterious cult fr...
Aurora stopped at a small clearing along the path and held my gaze before answering.
"If you don't know what your specialty is, it could be because you don't have one," she said, her eyes glinting with the delivery of a barb I should have seen coming. Aurora had no off button for her snarky pleasure in reminding me of my paranormal noobness.
"So if we all have a siddhi speciality, what's yours?" I asked, my breath slightly panty from the excertion and altitude.
Aurora tilted her head and looked at me with the queenly condescension usual to her.
"Tulpas," she said, letting the 's' trail out into a hiss, her lips parted in a perverse, half-dolorous expression.
"The fuck is tulpas?"
"Oh, let me Google that for you!" Aurora snorted and set off on the path again. I fell into step behind her, thinking to myself that, unfortunately, the closest I had to a speciality was clairaudience–Had I'd been more developed at manojavah, I'd have seriously considered sending Aurora to the proverbial corn field.
"I heard that!" Aurora said, laughing at another of my foibles. I'd been alone for so long that I'd forgotten to mask my inner voice in the prescense of other siddhi adepts.
We continued without conversing, corkscrewing our way along the banks of the river that cut through the steep sides of the thickly wooded valley. The path was soft and mossy, and led us though ferns and underwoods, thickets of prickly shrubs and beneath groves of rhododendron. I felt something wet and vaguely solid on the back of my neck—a leech!
