#17 Jazmi Uruka

| November 17, 2011 | 1 Comment

Jazmi Uruka

It was difficult growing up in the orphanage. The nuns couldn’t tell Jazmi anything about her parents except that her mother seemed lost and ragged when she left the infant on their door. All Jazmi ever knew was that she was the ugliest girl anyone had ever seen, and so she grew up quiet, cold and alone. When she was old enough to go out on her own, she never stayed in one place. She grew hard and self-reliant, and she might have gone down a darker path, had she not discovered the manuscripts of the old north god of storms, Dokhor. His code of honor and strength gave her purpose. Jazmi lived to follow Him, until she met the one man, Jokull Alfarson, who seemed capable of loving her for who she was.



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