Asiri and the Amaru (Pisqu Sweet and Sour, #1)

by Natalia Hernandez

But some questions were just too big, too important to be answered

the connection to all three realms, and the whispered warnings of the universe itself, which could only come with pure alignment.

Asiri did find it rather inconvenient that in order to hear the messages within the center of

the universe she had to die each time, but as it was unavoidable, she had grown quite used to it.

However, in viewing herself outside of her body, she could feel nothing but affection and gratitude. This was the body that housed her, that moved her forward in Kay Pacha.

The cats never spoke to her, except to demand more food, or chin scratches. They came to her if they needed something removed from their paws, or had grievances with certain humans. She didn’t mind, she rather enjoyed their surly superiority.

“I won’t stand for this, you know! It is one thing to kidnap me from my home, it is another to make me witness pathetic attempts at human mating rituals! Cease your flirtations and put me down!”

Ever since he was young, people told him that he came on too strong, that he was too loud, too animated, too passionate. Too much.

“The clothes are beautiful, but you make them radiant.”

Only when you reach the very center of me, only when my heart can beat you through my very veins, only then will it be enough.”