Thursday, May 01, 2008
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shaman
The murmuring among the parishioners grew. From the corner of his eye, Josh saw the reverend signaling for calm. An uneasy quiet fell over the chapel.
The intruder stopped two feet from Josh and Anne. He pulled back the hood of his robe to reveal long black hair speckled with traces of white and gray.
“Josh. It has been too long, far, far too long!” The newcomer fixed his eyes on Josh's face. Josh recognized the deep speech and finally knew this ghost. Josh felt his legs grow shaky. He clutched the ornate rail of the altar behind him for support.
Anne turned toward Josh. He stared at her face, confused, pale and tear-streaked.
“What's going on? Who is he?”
Josh ignored her and spun to confront the figure in front of him.
“I watched you die,” Josh murmured in disbelief. “I heard your last words before Mesphisto's beast killed you.” Horror twisted his insides and squeezed his chest.
“I've been granted a great honor,” the visitor replied. “I bear a gift for the one called Anne Talbot.” He reached toward the widow, who backed away from him.
The unwelcome guest held a pure white rose that he offered Anne. “You are lovely. Lifthrasir implied you were. Mark asked that you remember him with love.”
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Ohhh good and an attention grabber!
@SadnessPart1 - Thanks, I think the book turned out well but you would not know that from the sales[10] I'm not throwing in the towel but I do have it wadded up in my hand.
bill
@arminus9 - I rarely buy new books. It is not a luxury I can afford. I get mine from free cycle and if time allows I get to the library...so sorry I can't contribute to you! I would if I could!