TWICE UPON A TIME by Hope Irving



Once upon a time, I was Morgann, a 9th century Irish calligrapher-monk.

Deirdre was my assignment, my forbidden love, a witch with whom I wrote a coveted book.

Unfortunately, our story didn’t get a chance to become a fairy tale, it turned out as a famous urban legend referred as The Black Angel Book. 

In order to protect the book from getting in to the wrong hands, Deirdre cast a spell. One where I remember and she forgets. Under her spell, our souls travel from body to body until we find each other again. Eventually.

My quest is to find Deirdre, in whatever body her soul inhabits and trigger her memory. Only, the woman I find 1200 years later is not what I was expecting. 

Rose is not my type but my soul yearns for her. Every sign tells me that she is my Deirdre. How do I convince this broken, quiet and unbelieving woman that she is my twice upon a time?


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Centuries ago I was Morgann. Albeit I am neither immortal nor
a supernatural creature of any kind, I am now an urban legend. For I am
something else.
I am a soul that gained awareness of its existence; a
wandering soul inhabiting various bodies throughout their mortal life.
A soul longing to be reunited with its soulmate.
Like the fairytale, you know, “Once upon a time…” And the rest
of the story unfolds, sometimes with torments, but always with a happy ending.
Only that is not how it turned out for us.
So maybe we should try another story line that would end
better this time. Let’s say, “Twice upon a time,” maybe?
Anyway. This is what I am.
Centuries later, this soul eventually ended up in my body. Now
I feel I can speak on Morgann’s behalf, for I’m him and he’s me. We’re one.
Fearless and hopeful, when Morgann’s body died, his soul began
its journey. His body was no longer of use but his soul had lived on, intact,
searching for her frantically. Her? Well, that would be Deirdre, a powerful
medicine woman accused of being a witch.
Some witnessed my encounter with Deirdre and what followed,
back when I was still Morgann. I, Morgann, a monk working on the now infamous Book
of Kells
. Witch or medicine woman, I couldn’t care less because right from
the start I had that gut feeling she was the one for me, even as I had simply
stared at the river of shiny black hair falling down to her back. It was meant
to be.
Yes, we were undeniably soulmates. Twist of fate? I have no
idea but that was how connected our souls were and still are, somehow.  What was Deirdre doing there that day in the
monastery? I didn’t dare ask. After that, I was already too involved to search
for more explanation. My fate was sealed and so was hers. When we were
introduced, we grasped at once that we were made for one another as long as we
lived. Too bad we hadn’t foreseen our time together would be shortened by
greedy people. Hopefully she was resourceful and found a way to escape our
Let me tell you about us.
What did we do wrong?
Well, when you’re a monk, there is no such thing as falling in
love and breaking the vows of celibacy but I did. When you’re a medicine woman,
there is no such thing as engaging in a passionate relationship with a man, and
not just any man but a monk.
So the medicine woman was accused of being a witch for her
medicine involved plants, charms and casting spells as well. Truth be told, she
was a witch. There was no doubt about it.
Morgann was born in Ireland in the 8th century.
When exactly? Not sure. Nobody was good at keeping track around that time. For
some reason, though, centuries later I had a dream about the encounter that
changed everything; it happened in the year 813.
Shameless, Deirdre and I broke all the rules. Deirdre had been
paid to write what she knew about strong medicine and spells. I was one of the
chosen script monks who wrote the book in calligraphy with her, for years.
That meaningful book didn’t belong to us. It was theirs. So
meaningful they ended up referring to it as poisonous when I’d rather call it
visionary. Who were they? The sleeping partners; narrow-minded judgmental
people who started to get scared of her. Of us. They needed to destroy us.
Deirdre didn’t realize their attempt until it was almost too late.
But we had to stop them once we had apprehended their genuine
intentions. Their goal was plain and simple, yet we were too blinded by our
love to see it right from the start. They were seeking eternal life. But it
didn’t work that way. None of them ever figured out how to cast the right spell
at the right time on the chosen person.
When it got out of hand, people’s imagination was already at
work. At once, word-of-mouth spread the tale that soon became legendary. Why?
Well…who could believe in our true fate? A soul that lived on until reunited
with its soulmate, come on!
Soon enough, our legend started. Our peculiar story and the
supposedly poisonous book were referred to as the Black Angel Book.

About Hope Irving

Hope Irving is the proud mother of a lovely and witty young lady, and the lucky wife of a loving and supportive husband. She’s a debut indie author who lived in Paris, France, most of her life and also in the US, where she graduated with a master degree.

She loves Nutella and Camembert cheese (not together), carrot cake and cinnamon Altoids. 

Her favorite fictional characters are Eric Northman (Sookie Stackhouse series, Charlaine Harris) and Sean Bateman (The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis). 

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This is the first book in an incredible paranormal series that is far different than most that I’ve come across and I was pleasantly surprised by this one! This is a tale that spans across centuries and involves two lovers who have traveled across lifetimes in order to find each other again and I loved this! Deirdre is a powerful witch that gets together with the scribe Morgann to transcribe her spells into a book when the ones who paid them to do this end up taking their lives. Deirdre was able to cast a spell that would allow them to be reincarnated in order to find each other in the future. The only problem is Morgann is the only one who will have any recollection of everything. I loved how complex this entire storyline is and I will warn that there’s a bit of a cliffhanger at the end that will pick up in the next story. It was a bit painful to watch these reincarnated souls who now reside in both Rose and Virgil struggle with their connection towards each other and I wanted so badly for them to finally figure things out with each other. I highly recommend this book to anyone, especially fans of a great paranormal story.

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