Sonoran Mirage is a collection of tales and inspirational poetry and prose from one of the most active writers' groups in Phoenix, Arizona. Newcomers and award-winning veterans contributed to this anthology, which has something for just about everyone.
An excerpt from "Charis' Healing," one of the stories published in the anthology..
“The Healer said I’d earned my staff,” I said, nodding my head at the long, burled staff made from the heart of a red oak tree. The heart, Healer told me once, was the best part of the wood for Healer’s staves. “But he said I could not take my place among our people yet.”
“Why not?” Dev took a hunk of cheese, bit off a healthy portion, and chewed while he waited for me to answer.
I sipped my ale. “I can heal bodies, Dev, as you know.” His hand, callused and powerful, moved quickly to the scar I’d noted earlier. “But Healer said I had yet to learn the art of healing a person."
Even though we were alone, the three of us, I instinctively hushed my voice. It was hard for me to even mention, but… “Healer Achan is dying, Dev. He knows it. He cannot wait for a heartsick person to manifest themselves for my benefit.” My tone had been sharp and I tried to fix that. “He said to go out, you see. To go out and seek someone who needs to be made whole again. That’s why we’re here.”
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A homonymless man writes shows what it's like to look up the laid he skirts when you’re lying prone(d) to the sidewalk, beer / joint / needle dangling from your hand /lips / arm.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
