Eleanor Orson discovers something odd about herself and her destiny.

The hot sun beats down on me, roasting my flesh, boiling my spilt blood and giving me a suntan. I laugh. What does a tan matter? I don’t have too much time in this existence, in this body. In a few short hours I will be born into the form of a squalling child. It will be the latest of many lives since I was born as a half-breed. There is a pull at the edge of my consciousness dragging me towards the field of stars, and my next life. I willingly oblige and slip out of my former body, and begin to float through a dark sky filled with billions of blue-white stars, weightless and formless.

Oh. Wait, you probably want to know what is going on, right? Well then, let’s start at the beginning….

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