Dark Innocence: Book One
About Dark Innocence
“Dark Innocence is a beautifully written and richly woven tale of the archetypal themes of wounding and redemption. It explores the darkest aspects of human experience and the true nature of healing. ”
—Merideth Bowen Shamszad, MA, MFT, Author, The Story of Little Feather
In an ancient world of blood sorcery and healing magic, the Soul-Drinker, a vicious necromancer-king, is draining the life from the souls of the people and of the earth itself. Worse yet, he has banished the land’s rightful Goddess, and disrupted the Sacred Balance, sending the mortal and divine realms whirling toward destruction.
The only hope for salvation is a youth named Kyr, born and raised as one of the Soul-Drinker’s blindly obedient slaves. Kyr knows only the pain, evil and cruelty of the Soul-Drinker’s hell—and nothing of the Star-Seer’s Prophecy that declares him to be the long-sought Liberator. Rescued by strangers, Kyr embarks on a bewildering journey into a bizarre new life, where kindness and love are real. If he is to fulfill his destiny, he must battle his inner demons and fight to find his buried capacities for compassion and courage. Will he be able to surrender the inner ice that has been his soul’s only protection in time to save the world from disaster?
Though the fate of the land and the Goddess Herself rest on his shoulders, Kyr is not the usual intrepid, dragon-slaying hero of many fantasy stories. His is the hard path of the inner journey toward wholeness, as he struggles to recover his true essence from the darkest of ordeals, to retrieve the light of his soul from the depths of remorse, and to discover the truth of Love.
“Rahima Warren has written a daring, taboo-breaking, visceral, intensely felt and moving novel. You won’t be able to let go of this book, any more than it will let go of you. Highly recommended!”
—Jodie Forrest, author of The Ascendant, and The Rhymer and the Ravens (a fantasy trilogy)
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To their left, the setting Sun flooded the meadow with rose-amber light, gilding the Great Tree’s vast trunk and branches. The warm air of evening was enlivened by rich smells of earth and new growth. Elusive perfumes wafted from white and yellow flowers, carried by gentle breezes rippling through the grasses of the meadow and the leaves of the Tree. Calls of countless birds filled the air with sounds sweet or raucous, unadorned or intricate, weaving a complex tapestry of sound.
The Great Tree’s vast serenity went beyond anything he had ever known, opening door after door in his mind to unknown and marvelous potentialities. He had learned of the existence of love at the cabin, though he understood little of it. Now the Tree spoke to him―in the cooing of the birds and the rustling of its leaves; in its own deep-rooted silence and abiding strength―of wondrous mysteries and unfathomable depths of love and beauty in the world. A feeling stole over him that if such a Tree could exist, anything might be possible, even being freed from the craving, and the vileness of his life as the Soul-Drinker’s Slave.