Title: Eye of the Soul
That should be Hyla’s first thought as her people are chained and imprisoned for no imaginable reason.
Instead, Hyla finds herself traveling through a land void of Natives, with human soldiers pillaging in desperate pursuit of her, and in search of the mystical Pool of Souls—home to the one man who can save her people.
Or so she believes.
Led by her faith in the deity Fadir, Hyla is met along her journey by Jadon—a human male and fierce King’s warrior, and his childhood best friend Conlin—one of the few Natives aware of his Fadir-given Talents.
Protected by Jadon, guided by Conlin, and with an unfailing belief in the purpose of her pilgrimage, Hyla carries on.
Like her, though, another searches for the Pool, and should he gain access first, everyone she loves, and everything she knows, could be lost.
Author: Terri Rochenski
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Secret of the Souls
Series: Pool of Souls
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Secret of the Souls
Published by J. Taylor Publishing Source: Author
Published: October 7, 2013
Genres: Fantasy Romance, New Adult
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I really loved reading this story. It is a Fantasy but I believe it is going to be a romance also but not so much in this book. This one is mainly just a fantasy story. I enjoyed reading this book to get away. I am not having a very good week right now and I really appreciated how this book was able to sweep me away on Hyla’s adventure.
I liked how the author wrote the characters. You are able to get a clear picture of them in your mind not only by their descriptions but also in their actions. Jadon seems to be a love em and leave em sort and usually those type of men are not that responsible nor have honor and integrity. However Jadon has all of that and it shows in his actions. Conlin is a Native held captive for his gifts but is able to visit his best friend and eventually Hyla as well to help them on their quest. He seems to be a brave individual and not as scared of humans the way Hyla is. Hyla doesn’t trust anyone. With her gift she can see emotions and intent. This has made her not trust anyone in her life and she feels completely alone. The only one she trusts is Fadir the god of all.
Hyla has only met Conlin through his soul image and I look forward to them actually meeting in person. She also was distrusting of Jaden when she met him but he has slowly earned her trust. I enjoyed watching this unfold and watching how Hyla grew as a person and started to learn that she can trust others. I enjoyed getting to see what was going on in different parts of the different kingdoms and this book switched back and forth effortlessly without getting the reader confused as to where they were or who they were listening to.
I didn’t like Soroco. She is the leader of Hyla’s Natives and also the one who raised Hyla. She is so stubborn and negative that I just wanted to shake her so she might wake up. She makes Hyla feel like she is worthless and argues over everything with everyone. Laine which is a little boy who was also taken captive is a breath of fresh air at the end of the book. He is so full of enthusiasm and excited about what his gift will be when he is older.
All in all I can’t wait for the next book to come out so I can see how this war will start and end. I also can’t wait to see Hyla and Conlin meet.
Cursing her arthritic fingers, Miri squeezed out a rag and draped it over the human man’s hot forehead.
“I’ve seen a lot more harvests than you, old goat,” she muttered, lifting his eyelids. “I’m thinking you’ll never catch up either. Doubt you last another half-moon’s phase.”
Miri pushed to her feet and stretched her hunched back. A heavy sigh slipped past her wrinkled lips as she glanced around the sick house. Keeping the night watch wasn’t too bad—she’d volunteered often since her old bones wouldn’t allow much sleep.
“Joints wasted, hearing all but gone …” Miri yanked on the long white braid lying over her shoulder. “I’m the old goat.”
She shuffled down the aisle, woolen kirtle swishing in the silence. A cool, autumn breeze rustled the crimson leaves of the magnolia and palm fronds overhead, drawing her gaze upward. Violet streaks lit the pre-dawn sky.A dog barked, yipped, and fell silent.
Miri peered across the village green to the thatched buildings beyond. A shadow passed between two cottages. Another three hurried toward the neighboring dwelling.
“Sight fading or my mind, too?” Miri rubbed her watery eyes, blinked, and leaned forward. Light flickered through the palm trees behind the outlying homes.
The flames drew closer, weaving between the trunks.
Humans from the mainland? Miri’s hand clutched at her throat. Soldiers. Fadir have mercy.
The men crept through the village, taking up positions at every doorway. Two brutes, more horse-like in size than human, approached the sick house.
Sputtering torch held high, the first strode forward, dark eyes intent upon Miri. A green surcoat covered broad shoulders and fell to his thighs. The golden wheat sheaf of the city of Varosh adorned his chest.
Cold sweat beaded upon Miri’s brow. Breath burst from her lungs, and she moved back, clutching the door jam.
The second soldier stepped closer, chains and shackles clanking in his hand. He stopped two paces away from Miri, and a smile stretched his stubbled cheeks, revealing rotted teeth. “Good morning pointy-ears.”
Miri stared, heartbeat thundering in her ears. She’d been called worse in her eighty-three birth passings but never with such malice.
A single cry rang out across the village, and doors crashed inward. Screams rent the air.
“Don’t fight Native woman,” rotten-teeth sneered, shackles outstretched.
“W-why?” Miri whispered, taking a step backward.
A scowl narrowed his gaze, and his fist shot forward.
Bursts of light and pain exploded through Miri as she crumpled to the floor.
Miri’s people huddled on the village green as fall’s pale sun crested the trees. Cold metal had been clasped around their necks and ankles. Many trembled in the cool air, little more than night clothes covering their nakedness. Miri held to her braid with a white-knuckled grip, her head and its egg-sized bump throbbing in time with her pulse.
A handful of other battered Natives who had attempted flight were the last to join them, the soldiers tossing them forward like sacks of potatoes.
Vanessa: Would you please start by telling us a little bit about yourself?
I’m a stay-at-home mom to 3 little kids who reads and writes in order to escape from reality.
Vanessa: Can you tell us about your current work in progress, perhaps you could share a favorite fact or piece of fascinating information about it?
My current WiP is book #2 of the Pool of Soul series titled Secret of the Souls. It is set for an October 2014 release. PoS was originally written as a single book, but after hearing from beta readers how rushed the 2nd half was I decided to split the story into two parts and explore things a bit more.
Gaele: What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
Guilty pleasure. Hmmm. There’s so many! Ha! I’d have to say Roni Loren, Cherry Moose Tracks ice cream, and Glee.
Gaele: Three items that you cannot function without for a week?
Does sleep count? Don’t get much of that these days with a newborn. My Outlook calendar and my new touchscreen Toshiba with Windows 8.
Lusty Penguin: What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your books?
How much I didn’t know about the publishing world. Thank God for Scribophile and my lovey Pen Sisters!!!
Lusty Penguin: How do you cope with writer’s block?
*snort* Not sure I really believe there is such a thing. For me, I often have to just sit and start writing. Rarely am I ever truly inspired in such a way that a story flows like lava. I envy authors whose muses work in such a way!
Lusty Penguin: Where do you get your ideas for your books?
Ideas come from various places – life experiences, songs, nature, and one of my flash pieces was actually inspired by an episode of a cartoon on Nick Jr.
Jacque: What’s the silliest thing you have heard people say about you?
That I can’t keep a secret. I found out with child #2 at 20 weeks pregnant it was a girl, but I didn’t tell my husband until AFTER she was born. How’s THAT for keeping a secret?!!??
Jacque: If you were to change one thing about your book, what would it be and why?
I guess that it would have been a bit more ‘edgy’ as a lot of releases are these days. Take for example NA – quite a few novels I’ve read are on the edge of too much for too young an age IMO. Could be that I’m old fashioned, though. And the amount of emotional baggage in a lot of YA seems extreme as well. Perhaps just a tad bit more in my own would have been better. ??? Guess we’ll see what people say after reading!
Jacque: What advice do you have for someone who would like to become a published writer?
Never give up & continue to learn all you can from those who have gone before you.
Terri started writing stories in the 8th grade, when a little gnome whispered in her brain. Gundi’s Great Adventure never hit the best seller list, but it started a long love affair with the fantasy genre.
Today she enjoys an escape to Middle Earth during the rare ‘me’ moments her two young daughters allow. When not potty training or kissing boo-boos, she can be found on her back patio in the boondocks of New Hampshire, book or pencil in hand.