Divinity: Transcendence: Book Two (The Divinity Saga) by Susan Reid Read Free Book Online Page A

that everything looked organic, from the fresh vegetables and fruits, to the homemade grain breads. It all smelled good though.
    R ound, wheat colored pita bread sat on a wooden cutting board. Next to that, was a gargantuan bowl full of an assortment of colorful veggies, which I don’t think I’ve ever seen before.
    The grapes, apples, figs, pomegranates, oranges, nectarines, blueberries , and strawberries were all huge, succulently ripe, and vivid in color. Stacks of wooden cups sat beside a large, wooden barrel with a spigot.             
    “Nothing unhealthy , I see.” I commented, taking a small bowl, and filling it with four of the lusciously ripe, red strawberries.
    Lorelei laughed a bit, “Nope. If it can’t be grown, hunted or gathered, then it’s not on the menu. You’ll notice that goes for electricity and all the modern conveniences of the human realm too. Everything is either planted or raised.” She went on to tell me.
    “Kind of like being in the middle ages.” I replied.
    “No, just the way things were always meant to be. It isn’ t bad actually, you’ll get used to it.” Lorelei assured with a smile.
    Scarlet and Crystal had already moved ahead of us , and were heading to the table where Anthony, Durien and Gabe had sat.
    “ So what exactly do the tattoos mean?” I asked, admiring the design on Lorelei’s forearms, and the way the silver designs glinted in the light. The pattern formed a latticework of wavy lines that wrapped around each of her forearms.
    “They’re actually brandings. The weapon that chooses you will be branded onto your arms and hands, where they will become one with you— like an extension of your hands. You’ll be able to will them when you need to.” She said.
    I listened with interest. “What’s your weapon?” I asked.
    “It’s a Sciyoto whip. ” Lorelei smiled, noting the questioning look on my face. “It’s a whip, obviously, but it’s better to show than to describe. I’ll show it to you out on the field during training, I promise.”
    It sounded badass enough.
    “ I can’t wait. You said a weapon that chooses you, what do you mean by that?” I then asked.
    She nodded , nibbling on a piece of pita bread. “You’ll see.” She grinned.
    I sighed internally . Yeah, there was a crap load of things I apparently needed to know. I guess I would wait to get as much out of them as I could when we were all sitting at the table.
    The food looked as a ppetizing as it smelled. It was some sort of a stew, given how the robust, silver-haired, Asian woman was serving the vegetable rich, dark brown concoction out of a huge pot. She had a soft, kind, motherly face. Her cheeks were round and rosy, with slight jowls that made her thin mouth hang in a near frown. Her eyes were small beneath her hooded lids.
    Once we stood in front of the Asian woman, Lorelei placed her hands together with a smile and bowed at her.
    “Konbanwa , Scholar Keiko-San.” Lorelei greeted the elderly woman.
    The woman smiled with regard and nodded, but didn’t speak. Then her eyes met mine.
    Comprehending my name only, I assumed that Lorelei was introducing me to her. She spoke in perfect, fluent and impressive Japanese, which surprised me.
    “ Starling, this is scholar disciple Keiko-san. Konbanwa means good evening in Japanese. Keiko-san doesn’t speak much English.” She said to me in English.
                                Keiko-san smiled at me pleasantly, with a slight bow of her head. Her gaze lingered a bit, as if she were studying me carefully, before she ladled a heaping serving into a wooden bowl, and then handed it to me.
    I smiled graciously, bowing my thanks, before I carefully took the aromatic, steaming bowl of stew from her.
    “She’s a sweetheart , and as a matter of fact, she’s who you’ll be giving your journals to for safe keeping. She’s in charge of all the journals for our assembly.” Lorelei said as we carried our