Diana and Ruth are modern, educated, analytical women. Neither is looking for proof of past lives. But in a New Haven therapy office in 1971, something surfaces between them that neither can explain: a recognition so precise and so old it has no name in any psychology they were trained in.
Reincarnation is the longest love story Richard Lowe knows how to tell: two souls finding each other across 78,000 years of history. Through regression sessions that move from the siege of Tenochtitlan to a room in Vienna in 1895 to a toothache in seventh-century Basra, the novel renders past lives not as abstract belief but as lived, ordinary texture inside extraordinary circumstances. The bad light on a Tuesday in fifteenth-century Florence. The arm that rises toward something far away for a reason the body cannot explain.
