After Victor and Zoe, two 18 year old American college students, suddenly find themselves transported to Asharra, a surreal and highly sensual world, they must grapple with their inner visions of who they are and where they really belong. When Ionera, a troubled Asharran girl with a mystical secret enters Victor's life, his priorities turn upside down and new challenges present themselves. In a land where evolved felines, intelligent telepathic trees, musical dragons and hidden wisdom flourish, Victor, Zoe and Ionera seek answers to riddles as old as the stars. Will their discoveries guide them or will they be carried along by the Winds of Asharra? Join them on a journey of self discovery in a world where adventure, love, sex and home all have new meanings.
The Winds of Asharra is perfect for modern New Age fiction fans, who wish to explore the exotic culture and beliefs of the Asharrans while enjoying an exciting tale of adventure. Are you longing for a way of life different from what Western Culture has to offer? Come visit Asharra, where anything is possible and where absolutes are meaningless.
The Winds of Asharra Vol.1: First-Flight is 600 pages of wonder, a blend of sizzling sensual romance and high adventure, set in the mythic land of our half-forgotten dreams. Filled with a group of richly diverse characters and speaking to everyone's hidden longings, the story will quicken your pulse and carry you to a world of new possibilities.
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It was a spectacular cross-over from ya to yi, as the twin suns parted company, creating a breathtaking twilight, on a world where it never became completely dark. The clear sky, now a softer shade of violet, was only dotted with a few wisps of light blue clouds as the naked winged pair lazily glided home to their own crystalline osharra. While aloft, they embraced and kissed, even joyfully managing a spin and a tight loop without breaking contact. His large blue wings covered her smaller red ones as he playfully introduced his tongue into her mouth. It was an Earth custom which she was grateful to have learned and one which she would never forget. He touched one of her tiny silver horns for luck, a gesture that had become a habit, as he slyly patted her on the globes of her tezz before releasing his mate from his embrace and landing on the familiar red soil of Asharra. They had been through so much together and encountered so many fine creatures, many of whom were formally declared as friends by way of the Doings. For her part, she was relieved at the completion of the most recent events, even with the surprising consequences which she could never have imagined. Images of the beings they had encountered along the way darted across her greater mind as she snuggled into the pile of multi-colored looshie cushions inside the sleeping chamber. She was grateful for the experience of knowing the intelligent plants and the brash blue two-legged bull, to say nothing of the dreegins and the dragons. The sudden appearance of Paraaz, the great emerald colored gerh, a feline with more pride than poise, also reminded her to add him to the list. The winged beast, if he could have read her mind, would have been satisfied at the addition. She was as content as a friznaggle who had just gobbled up a batch of zim. Her mate flexed his body in preparation for sleep, eager to cuddle up to her and enjoy the closeness of her warmth and scent. He absentmindedly touched the red crystalline pendant which he wore around his neck, part of a matched set, and indicative of all that they had recently experienced. His sense of purpose and identity had been clarified and fulfilled. His Kokayniah was true and he was firmly on the path, despite a few accidental diversions along the way. “Tell me a story, my mate, “ she cooed to him, playfully rubbing her body against him. “And which one might that be.” he joked, clearly knowing the anticipated reply. “Silly dox, “ she giggled, “there is only one worth telling.” “Where shall I begin?” he whispered, beginning to caress her body with more urgency. “At the beginning of course...” she sighed, “and don't skip over my favorite parts..”
About R. Leigh
Author R. Leigh is a mystery to local neighbors, appearing enigmatic and ageless, and wearing an ever present red crystal pendant. Some have guessed this author's secret other-worldly origin, speculating that the tales of Asharra might somehow be true. Outskirts Press does not confirm this and will not comment on rumors that the manuscript for this novel appeared in our offices out of nowhere. We urge you to read this book and decide for yourself.
Author R. Leigh is a mystery to local neighbors, appearing enigmatic and ageless, and wearing an ever present red crystal pendant. Some have guessed this author's secret other-worldly origin, speculating that the tales of Asharra might somehow be true. Outskirts Press does not confirm this and will not comment on rumors that the manuscript for this novel appeared in our offices out of nowhere. We urge you to read this book and decide for yourself.