Only a portion of Tokor's secrets have been discovered on Khizara. Now Linsora must go to the feared planet of Tokorel to discover the rest of Tokor's plan. How will Tokorellans receive this barbaric Khizaran and will she be able to control her emotions enough so as to not give away her alternate reason for being there?
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Linsora has an interesting talent. Truth be told, she has many interesting talents, but this one in particular crops up in the books throughout the storyline. Here was a different take on the voices that Linsora hears when she visits old places. This was Tokor's "first" hoe which had been turned into a museum of sorts, and place where people could tour and see how their leader lived. But the voices of the past are muted by the people of the present. Please enjoy this excerpt.
The Eyes of Tokorel
The irritable mood Linsora started with did not improve as the day of touring wore on. Tokor’s first home was obviously not the very first place Tokor lived upon arrival, which had probably looked more like a non-descript hut, but a grand house where he had lived toward the end of his life. Tokor’s children had each established their own households. Following Tokor’s death, his house became an immediate shrine. Each chair was positioned just where Tokor had set it. Linsora often found restored homes eerie. The furnishings might be of the proper time period but not of the house, resulting in dissonant voices from all the various owners. Tokor’s house echoed with the hushed voices of reverent visitors, the drone of tour guides, careful footfalls on the wood floors.