The Hephaestia Chronicles - Book One

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part porch and skitters across her feet. She jumps in surprise, a small gasp escaping her perfect red lips. She seems tense as she glances around. her nerves get the better of her and she doub

to me this evening." a voice croaks out from within. The front door slowly opens, as if prop

ike this?" the young w

visit. No one takes much notice of me these

eing behind the voice had read her thoughts. She shuts the do

babies. Yes, yes, I know." th

an struggles to squeak out.

he medical profession clear. "Think they know everyt

many incense sticks lit in too small a space. She passes through a doorway, brushing aside cobwebs as she does so and enters a small sitting room. She is greeted by the sight of a sma

and the other to bring the pieces back together. The seeker must seek but be aware t

e to find out the gender of my unborn child, not listen to superstitious nonsense spouted by some lonely, dementia riddled, o

atever has made the young people today believe prophecies

obviously unhappy with how the

s? Ha! Obviously the old bat has been by herself for far too long. The scan at the doctors office only showed one heartbeat after a

g in." the seer speaks out. "Besides, this trip was not a waste. You gained k

her hand resting light

ber my

o find the rocking chair sitting empty, gently movi

ood. Her long ebony curls cascade down her back as she l

some of the discomfort. Her young face pale and pinched with pain, she once more glances ar