Born deaf, her song will change the destiny of our world. Like each of the six heroes that have chosen to stand in defense of our world, Laya has a handicap that has somehow endowed her with a unique talent, an ability far exceeding anything that humanity has ever known.
The Senses Novels continues with Dulcet where you will meet Laya, a girl with an almost unimaginable power. In this second installment of the Senses Novels series, you will experience Laya’s life as she attempts to learn how to deal with an immense ability that she cannot control.
Reality is not what you think.
K M Aul is the best selling author of the Senses Novels series. K M's books have garnered reviews such as, "Fabulous Series. ( can't wait for sequels)" and, "Gripping Wild Ride! Loved it!" K M draws inspiration from the God-given natural and supernatural world around us.
Imagine having the power to shatter the planet and not knowing how to control that ability. Now ask yourself, what kind of pain would it take to do such a thing?
When we lose someone that we love, a person that is so close to you that the it feels as though you are being ripped apart at the loss, what can you do? There is a saying, 'Pain shared is diminished, love shared is multiplied.'
In DULCET, I have attempted to bring both of these elements into play. This is complicated by our hero not having any kind of conscious control over what her ability does. She only knows that it WILL do something.
I have often wondered why Christians mourn when they know that they will see their loved one again? In a sense, it is selfishness. But it is also an expression of love.
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DULCET-Book Two of the Senses Novels
Mum died quietly in the afternoon. She was the only one of us that caught the flu. When she died, I felt like a piece of me died with her. The agony in my heart was so great that I couldn’t contain it, and I Sang. It rained blood for over an hour that afternoon, real blood. Not just in the camp I was told, but hundreds of miles. The very skies wept for the passing of my mum.