Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Surviving Outbound by Liza O'Connor

The challenges of being ‘dead’ by Tamara

When I was murdered, a God spoke to me during my dying moments, assuring me the changes I was undergoing were necessary and needed to ensure that The Path of Light reigned supreme upon the final collapse of universes.

Or, I think that’s what he said. I was in great pain at the time. I remember asking him for a pain killer, but he said he didn’t know the paperwork for that.

Then my body died and the pain stopped. Honestly, I was relieved. Given I was soul-bonded to Saran and married to my beloved Dmitri, I still existed. However, my life had changed dramatically. While I learned to create an image of myself, if Dmitri attempted to hug me, or hold my hand, I’d disappear and I’d have to regather a bunch of molecules before I could be seen again.

However, on the bright side I never got hungry, sleepy, tired and could travel about the world with ease.

I guess you could say I became a ghost…but don’t because I don’t like that word. It conjures up creepy, angry and possibly demented spirits. I didn’t lose my sanity. How could I? Half my soul resided in Saran. Also I still had Dmitri and even after my death he continued to love me.

While I spoke to Saran every day, I kept my changed state a secret, fearing the news might kill my sweet soul-bond, causing us both to disappear.

Later, when all three of us join and become the first ever Soul Bond of Three, I’ll be strong enough to create a body that feels human to the touch but cannot be harmed, thus becoming a key protector for those going outbound. I’ll love my new form and be very glad my human form died years before. Otherwise, I would not be able to protect my soul-bonds and the other colonists so well.

And believe me, there is a bunch of protecting I’ll need to do.

Surviving Outbound
Liza O’Connor


Saran along with her ‘not dead, just no longer human’ soul-bond—Tamara, and their giant blue bull leave in search of a handler so Blue can escape Earth and travel outbound. The man Saran meets and falls in love with turns out to be Tamara’s husband. Their spiritual joining of three sets into play a prophecy written long ago. Together, they become Tamsarandem, the most powerful soul-bond in all the multiverses.

The shamans pay for their voyage to Terranue, an unknown planet, never before colonized by humans. In return, Tamsarandem must look after the other colonists and help them to prosper and find their Paths of Light. They will need to do this mostly on their own, for the Gods are running out of authorized interventions. However, the God Pane, with the help of the sentient ship-computer, Marybell, constantly search for clever workarounds to ensure The Path of Light will reign supreme upon the final collapse. But there is only so much they can do within their bureaucratic rules.

Having failed to stop Tamsarandem from leaving Earth, those who walk the Path of Darkness embed their own people, including their darkest lord, on the ship to ensure it will never arrive at Terranue.


Focusing, Tamara created a faint, shimmering image of her former self. She could have created a solid appearance, but she thought a shimmer might make Saran realize the change in her existence without the sudden blow of what it meant.

“Tamara, is that you?” Saran whispered.

“Yes,” Tamara replied through mind-speak.

Saran’s face distorted in anguish. “Are you dead?”

Tamara flinched at the waves of pain Saran exuded. As soul-bonds, what one felt, the other felt, unless they purposely blocked their soul-bond from the truth, which she had done during her painful death.

Saran’s torment was exactly the reason she had delayed returning. She could not bear to feel sweet Saran in pain, nevertheless be the cause of it. “I prefer to be called no longer corporal.” She moved closer, wishing she could embrace her soul-bond, but that was not possible. All she had to comfort were her words. “You possess half of my soul. I cannot die as long as you live.”

As Tamara neared, goose bumps formed on Saran’s arms, which she tried to rub away.

“Sorry for the chill. It’s the ionization process I use to create my form.” Unable to endure her soul-bond’s current distress, she checked out the animals.

Tamara had purposely portrayed herself exactly as she had looked the day she’d run away six years prior, the last image Saran had of her. She’d hoped the familiar brown, weaved pants and white shirt of a handler would make their first meeting less stressful. Her blond hair was braided down the center of her back, just as Saran had done for her six years ago.

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Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities

About Author

Liza is a multiple genre author of 15 novels. A Late Victorian Series, The Adventures of Xavier & Vic, plus a spinoff, A Right to Love, is an ongoing series. A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series of five books. She has two single books. One is a humorous, bad boys contemporary novel with ghosts, called Ghost Lover, the other is Untamed & Unabashed, a spinoff from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

Now, she’s rolling out her Science fiction series (with romance & humor) called The Multiverses. The first four books are slotted for last half of 2015. In addition she hopes, if she hasn’t dropped from exhaustion by then, to re-release a sometimes humorous/suspense thriller called Saving Casey 

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Melissa Keir said...

I think in many ways, Tamara has a wonderful existence. I would love to be able to serve such a noble purpose as well. And we do know that love is the most important thing a human could do!

Liza O'Connor said...

Thanks for having Tamara over today. I appreciate it.

Liza O'Connor said...

Melissa, that is such a nice thing to say! Tamara does love her new existence. Still it was tough going at first when she was lying to Saran (by not telling her she had died when they communicated daily) and Dmitri couldn't touch her. Now they are a single soul matters are perfect.