The Vulpirans' Honor: The Soul-Linked Saga

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The Vulpirans’ Honor


A Soul-Linked Saga Story




Laura Jo Phillips

Copyright © 201
by Kathleen Honsinger

Cover art/design Copyright © 201
by Kathleen Honsinger

All rights reserved.






For my

Thank you for putting up with m
y long hours, the cancelled family movie nights, shopping trips, get togethers and
occasional melt downs

For my husband.  Thank you for your constant support, your hours of knocking your
head against a wall as you struggled to master the website, the blog and the oh so
incomprehensible facebook page.  Not to mention the frequent brain-storming sessions,
research requests, and hefty editing tasks.

For Mom.  My best friend, biggest fan, constant supporter, and the best listener ever,
not to mention the best Mom anyone could ever ask for.

I love all of you, and appreciate each of you every single day.

And, as always, f
or Mom, Grandma, and Great-Grandma---Thank you all for the creativity you passed along
to me, as well as the heart to do something with it.  There is a little bit of each
of you in these books, just as there is a li
ttle bit of each of you in me

Look for
previews and coming release announcements at








Other Books by Laura Jo Phillips


The Dracons’ Woman

Book One of the Soul-Linked Saga


The Lobos’ HeartSong

Book Two of the Soul-Linked Saga


The Katres’ Summer

Book Three of the Soul-Linked Saga


The Bearens’ Hope

Book Four of the Soul-Linked Saga


The Gryphon’s Dream

Book Five of the Soul-Linked Saga


Berta’s Choice

Book 5.5 of the Soul-Linked Saga


Quest for the Moon Orb

Orbs of Rathira, Book One


Visit the home of the Soul-Linked Saga online at:

or email Laura Jo at:

[email protected]







The Prophecy of Semat Katre

(Includes lost portion)


In the fullness of manhood, the patience of the royal sons of the third generation
beyond this day, shall be met with their soul’s fulfillment in a daughter of a distant

Have they faith in the three, by the three shall all be blessed.

Radiant with the glory of lau-lotu shall they descend from the sky in flame before
the people, and the people shall be renewed.

Shall faith be denied, so the people shall be lost, forevermore.

Shall the people have faith, so shall the people be blessed with a chance for renewal.

The renewal of the people shall begin with the Soul,

Who shall call to the soil of her distant home for she who shall be the Heart, and
she who shall be the Mind. 

And these shall be the Three.

Have they faith in the Three, by the Three shall all be blessed.

By the Three shall be found new knowledge

Of shadowed truths,

Of enemies born to be brothers,

Of Black Deceivers

Of schemes from beyond the Veil of Stars to cast the peoples of the suns numbering
a hundred times ten into the eternal deep.

Have they faith in the Three, by the Three shall all be blessed.

Shall the Three endure, the people and their brothers shall banish the Black Deceivers
from the Veil of Stars forever. 

Shall the Three perish, so shall the people be lost, forevermore.




The Gathering of The Nine


Behold, Clans of the Jasani, the Lehen Triad of Jasan is formed

Through them, we, the Nine First Arimas of the Nine Clans of Ugaztun, shall speak
to the people.  A truth that should not have been forgotten, was forgotten.  Before
the future can be formed, this lost truth of the past must now be remembered.”

“Hear us now, Clan Dracon, Clan Lobo, Clan Katre, Clan Bearen.

Hear us now, Clan Gryphon, Clan Falcoran, Clan Vulpiran.

Hear us now
as we are not bound by the Covenant of Silence that should never have been made.”

“So shall we speak of the Lost Clans, of the Owlfen, and the Tigrenca.”

“Once, long and long and long ago, the Clans were Nine as they were meant to be. 
But they were not brothers, the Clans, one to another as they are now. 

In that time, the Clans fought among themselves, squabbling over land and air and
sea as young races often do. 

In that time, females had the Right of Choice and fought as they wished, or not, as
they wished. 

In that time, Enclave was a gathering of females, led by the First Nine Arimas, in
part for those women whose time it was to consider the finding of their Rami.  All
but a few of the women of all the Clans attended. 

“The Owlfen and the Tigrenca were at war, each with the other.  The heat of their
battle ran through the Enclave.  In the depths of their blood rages, they noticed
not where they were, nor what they did. 

“By day’s end, all of the Nine were dead, as were all but a few of the other females. 
Such was the blood rage of the men of the other Clans that the Owlfen and the Tigrenca
were both annihilated in retribution. 

“Only when the last of the two Clans was destroyed, did the blood rages cool and the
males understand what they had done.  The Clans were now seven, out of communion with
the world and nature.  The power of the Clans was broken.  There were few women left,
and the people were lost. 

“In despair, the male-sets of the remaining Clans gathered together in the first male
Enclave.  They worked together in peace to find a way to save the race of the Ugaztun.

“So it was decided that the women would not go to war, nor would they be taught the
ways of war, that the men would guard and protect them. 

“So it was decided that the Clans would not war, but become brothers in all things
and never again raise hand or claw or fang or talon one to the other. 

“So it was decided that the Shame of Ugaztun would remain in the past, and not be
spoken of again under the Covenant of Silence. 

“And so it came to be, and the Clans kept their covenant and warred no more.  In time,
the Shame of Ugaztun was forgotten, as were the Lost Clans, as though they had never

“Then came the time of the Narrasti.  The women were sheltered, coddled, hidden away. 
The Seven First Arimas tried to come together, to raise the strength they knew should
be their own, to warn the Clans of the future which lay ahead on the chosen path. 
But they did not know they were supposed to be Nine.  They did not know the past. 
Thus they could not raise that which they needed, and it came to pass as they had
feared, and all of the women of Ugaztun were lost. 

So ends Ugaztun. 

So begins Jasan. 

Time is not measured by the cup; it is a river that is endlessly renewed.  So the
remnants of the women of Ugaztun did as they could to keep the blood of the Clans
alive among the people of the world they found.  Now is the time for those women,
the descendents of the remains of the women of Ugaztun, to fulfill their destinies. 

So comes the chance to renew the Lost Clans.  If the Clans are not restored to number
nine as they are meant, so shall the people be lost, forevermore.

“By the energy and the power of the Heart, Soul and Mind are the Jasani now truly
joined with the Earth, Air, Fire and Water of this new world.  If the Clans heed not
the Triad, if they do not abide by their words and warnings, the Clans of Jasan will
no more be.  If the Clans honor the wisdom of the Triad, there is hope. 

So speak the Nine. 

So is our task done. 




The Oraculum of the Arkandu


Oh Black Deceivers, you have come, on the day and hour foreseen and appointed.

We have seen our death, and accept with grim sadness our passing into the realm which
lies beyond.

Before you do the evil deed you have come to carry out, know this;

You are allotted a span of time for your webs of evil to endure, and when that span
is done, so are you.

Across the Wide Deep, the eggs of your destruction are already hatched.

In the fullness of time, you and all your broods shall be devoured.

In the Veil of Stars, nestled in the crook of the Great Hunter's Arm, lie the peoples
of a Thousand Worlds, all woven from the same Fabric of Life, and thus connected one
to the other in spite of the differences they perceive of themselves.

Beware, oh, Black Deceivers,

For when the shifters who emerge singly from eggs, and the shifters who emerge in
threes covered with the blood of their mothers, discover that they are brothers, they
will bind the Thousand Worlds with eternal bonds of blood.

Thus shall they destroy you.


And none shall mourn your passing.




Day One


Honey Davis stared out the transport window as it slowly descended to a field of blue
grass.  She had an odd feeling of
déjà vu
, though she’d never seen either blue grass or lavender skies before.

, look, the grass is blue, just like in my dreams,” Nica said, surprising Honey. 

She turned toward the petite five year old beside her who was stretching against her
safety harness in an effort to see out the transport window, her dark blue eyes shining
with excitement.  “You dreamed of a place with blue grass, Nica?” she asked, suddenly
reminded of her own childhood dreams. 

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