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When I approached the Golden Egg and I was about 5 feet from the egg I was told to stop, and stand still. Looking around me I was surprised to see, all the other Dragons had made a circle around me, at a distance of about 30 feet away from where I stood. I looked at the Golden Egg that was in soft warm sand, in front of me. Then I could see that it was gently rocking from side to side, and then I noted that tiny cracks appeared, they gradually got bigger as the Golden Egg continued to rock. I heard a tapping sound coming from the Golden Egg, there was no other sound in the warm still air, I could hear my heart beating in my breast, I thought that it sounded quite loud to me and I hope that I was the only one who could hear my heart beating. I then realized that my heart beat and the tapping sound that came from the Golden egg were the same rhythm. With breathless anticipation I watched the Golden Eggs cracks become a small hole at first, and then much bigger, soon a tiny Golden Dragon was nearly fully exposed. With one final push a Beautiful Golden Little Dragon cast her eyes on me. She looked intently at me for what seemed to be a life time, but it was really only one minute, she took her first step then the second towards me on wobbly legs. Step by shaky unsteady step this little baby dragon came to me, when she was close to me she lifted her Golden head and glared at me intently, with her big brown eyes. Pleading for me to accept her, and to pat her on her Golden Head. I looked at her and my heart melted; I knew that I would love her and protect her until my life ended. I stroked her head very gently then I held her close to me in a gentle hug as a mother would her new born child.

As the author of this novel, I prefer not to provide biographic data, except to disclose that I currently reside in Florida, having moved there in 2004 after working in the financial district of New York City. While still a rail commuter from New Jersey, my daily morning route included taking the PATH train from Hoboken into the basement of the World Trade Center where, especially when the weather was spring-like, I usually would exit the complex through its central plaza and, from there, walk the three blocks to my office. My timing was such that I was usually in the plaza by 8:45 AM in order to be on time for work. Having returned a few days earlier from a tiring vacation, I decided that fateful Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 to get a few extra winks of sleep and to take the late train to work. As a result, I was about thirty minutes later than usual, and not where I normally would have been at 8:46 AM when the first plane struck the north tower of the World Trade Center. If the events of that day did not change my perspective on life, then the following weeks and months of working in the humbling atmosphere of such a terrible disaster did. Many questions were asked and not answered. Was it by human design alone? Was it because of divine punishment? In any event, in order to mentally escape the reality of an environment in which physical escape was not then possible, I found that when I had a private moment to think (on the subway, the commuter train, on a work break, etc.), I did so with pen in hand. And what emerged at the time were poems that helped me deal with questions of the soul and resolve the remorse I felt which was later replaced with a sense of hope. Although I always had what I thought to be a talent for writing, through which I could express thoughts and feelings in a way I never could do verbally, I had never written anything of consequence before that disastrous day in 2001. And yet, looking back, it seemed that whatever pen I subsequently used in writing those poems, which eventually turned out to be many, must have had a magical connection because the words came only after first picking up the pen. Many times, the words came quickly without my having to think, as if I was simply transcribing what was being dictated. It was the same with this novel. I never planned to write a novel and, most certainly, do not consider myself an author. But one day, a thought came into my head, causing me to pick up a pen and, on a simple notepad, I began to write the first chapter of this book. The characters immediately came into being and, essentially, it is their novel, their story. At times, when the story stagnated, causing me to sit at the computer while my fingers remained still, it was as if the characters had nothing to say; so much so, that if a family member who knew of the writing of this novel would ask me, at the time, how it was coming along, my answer would be that the characters weren’t talking to me. So maybe this isn’t a novel at all. Maybe it all did happen a long while ago, and that through some kind of a time anomaly, the people described herein may have telepathically communicated their story to me so that this world that we live in today could have knowledge of what once had been. I really don’t know – what do you think? J. V. Perrone

This book is based on the Season 1 episodes of Planet Soulance. Soulance is a fictional planet located millions of light years away from Earth’s galaxy. It is the planet where the souls have built civilisation to live in peace. It is the world that people dreamt of during their life time, but found it only after their death.

In a solar system in a faraway universe, there are three planets that revolve around a huge mega star. Each planet has its own race of people. One race attacks another, which causes the other two peoples to unite and join forces against this evil race. One race has the ability to control the elements to aid in the battle. The prince of this world and the princess of the other fall in love, uniting their worlds into a superior race. All three peoples have their own advanced technology. This story contains the battles of each race: full of action, elemental powers, love, and compassion.

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This book is a detailed step by step account of the Hindu marriage ceremony inviting the blessings and asking permission of all the universal elements so that marriage can be prosperous, happy and fruitful for the continuity of life and the universe. The types of marriages, the role each family member and ancestors play before, during, and after the ceremony. It is a remainder of the sacred purpose of the marriage ceremony from the Hindu perspective, but also a reminder for non-Hindus of the impact marriage has on the world.