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I Will Always Find You

I Will Always Find You

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Title: I Will Always Find You Author: Vera Rake Genre: Speculative Literary Fiction / Spiritual Thriller I Will Always Find You is a "karmic mosaic" novel that tracks the relentless, 500-year cycle of two souls trapped in a cosmic experiment of attraction and collision. From the blood-soaked soil of the American Civil War to the gilded scaffolds of 19th-century New York and the sacred limestone caves of Puerto Rico, these "two specks" are yoked by a singular, intoxicating vow that defies time, race, and even death. The narrative unfolds through a series of "tiles" governed by the ancient laws of the Dilogún (the 16 cowry shells): The Conflict: In 1863 Gettysburg, the souls bleed on opposite sides of the stone wall at "The Angle," establishing a frequency of rivalry that echoes through a modern-day VFW bar. The Gilded Trap: Through the New York art scenes of the 1890s and 1980s, the souls trade roles as lovers and icons, chasing a "Gold" that masks a deeper, spiritual hunger. The Ancestral Debt: Finally, on the island of Borikén (Puerto Rico), the souls are forced to confront the "Iron" of their past. When their attempt to escape their Black and ancestral identities leads to the ultimate tragedy—the loss of their daughter, Clara—the cycle reaches a breaking point. Written from the lived experience of a disabled Navy veteran and initiated Orisha priestess living in downtown Gettysburg, I Will Always Find You is more than a story of reincarnation. It is a haunting exploration of "Strange Bedfellows," spiritual humility, and the communal rituals required to finally heal a legacy of pride. In the end, the characters realize that finding one another was never the challenge—the challenge was remembering who they were before the wound.
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Behind the Canvas: The Story of Textured White

The hidden DNA demands to be seen. You can coat it in plaster, but the soul will always find a way to break through the surface.

Using thick plaster, sand, and rough strands of frayed burlap, I unwittingly poured the entire 500-year geometry of the novel into one monochromatic canvas. Clara’s inner tension continued gnawing at me even after the book was complete. I needed to represent that constant friction of living inside a light-skinned body that hides the truth of who she really is and where she comes from—the feeling of an identity trying to claw its way out after being buried for generations.

But if you look closely, you can almost make out the winds caressing Puerto Rico, the Oba Oriaté’s cowry shells, and even the sweat-soaked uniform of a 39th New York Infantryman standing at the blood-stained Angle at Gettysburg.

What do you see?