“It is my name and my talent. I can peer into the flat surface of water or mirrors and see the future or the past as if spun for me by mischievous sprites or cruel devils. In another century, I would have been burned at the stake. Brutal bindings would have cut into my skin as I choked on rising smoke while flames licked at me with vicious teeth. My flesh would melt as the blaze climbed higher and the crowd would hiss with hatred and chant “witch, witch, witch” to drown out my screams… “Here it... is!” My roommate, Penzance, the daughter of two musical fanatics, stepped forward with a bowl of water. She liked bowls, just as I liked boxes, and this particular bowl was green with porcelain fairies melded around the edges, staring down at the water to see their own reflections. I wondered if she had brought it with her. It seemed too tacky and cheap to belong to this luxury cabin her friends partied in for the long weekend. “Ivy’s going to tell us our future.” She set the bowl down on the floor in front of the fire.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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