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passenger’s house.
The horses expected no thanks for saving the driver’s life, and never even thought of insulting the continuous idiocy of humans; they were too busy staring at the empty space in the stormy sky where the branch had once been, and where they had seen a bolt of lightning, in the shape of a human hand, rip the branch from the tree.
TEN
I stand, always, with my children that stand with me.
Look to my daughters, their hands caressing the dirt and bringing forth life. My wisdom flows through them.
Look for my blood, my descendents. They walk the Earth in quiet ways, a moss buried deep in the forest, but when riled to act, they can summon all of the energy in the universe and direct it at their command. They are the last of my special legion of soldiers, the most powerful defenders of nature, my own Secret Service and private army rolled into one.
You call them witches. They are tapping into the source of all life and that scares you humans; life, itself, scares you now.
My daughters do not know their own strength. They feel some sense of it, something different about themselves, but they do not know that they are the carriers of my immortal fire.
ELEVEN
The Edison Illumination Ball was being held on Belle Isle in the Detroit River, and as soon as Isi’s carriage had begun to cross the bridge to the Isle, the hanging lights that were strung up along all sides of the bridge lit up.
Conscious that this should be a shocking feat of technology to a woman truly from 1888, Isi said, “My god in heavens, what a beautiful display Mr. Edison is putting on for us this evening, don’t you think?”
“Yes ma’am, that it is,” the carriage driver replied. He paused for a moment, before he turned around in his seat to address her again. “Countess Solovyov, what time would you like me to bring the carriage back around for you?”
When Isi did not respond, he continued, “Or I could wait for you here, Countess? I am entirely at your disposal.”
“That would be most kind of you. Thank you,” Isi said.
The scent of jasmine filled the air, as the carriage made its way through the acres of landscaped gardens. The horses instinctively slowed their gait, as the road turned to paved brick and curved around to reveal the largest, and most intricately designed, tent that Isi had ever seen. Rising out of the forest and carefully arranged gardens, was a giant structure of billowing white material, framed to the shape of an elaborate Victorian mansion.
Isi pulled her shawl over her bare shoulders, as the carriage slowed to a stop.
The driver came to the side of the carriage, and assisted Isi as she exited it. Carefully, she made her way down the stone walkway toward the mansion size tent where the Illumination Ball was being held. Isi had not worn heels once in her whole life, and her dress was so pinched at the waist that every breath was painful, but she wobbled bravely, and stiffly, forward, clutching another antique and impractical relic, her cream colored silk purse, overlaid with lace.
At the entrance to the garden tent, two butlers dressed in the servant version of a tuxedo bowed to Isi as she walked by. Isi squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, took a deep breath, and struck a pose worthy of the Russian noble that she was pretending to be.
Countess Isidora Solovyov entered the ball.
Inside, it was the most magnificent vision. The tent had been erected atop a particularly lush section of the garden that contained a large patio, which had now been transformed into a dance floor. The outdoors had been brought inside, temporarily.
The ceiling of the tent had been painted black, and Edison light bulbs had been affixed in a pattern designed to emulate the constellations. Isi could make out the Little Dipper and Orion, already, but she didn’t want the first impression that she left at the ball to be that of a gaping mouth simpleton, so she didn’t allow her eyes
The horses expected no thanks for saving the driver’s life, and never even thought of insulting the continuous idiocy of humans; they were too busy staring at the empty space in the stormy sky where the branch had once been, and where they had seen a bolt of lightning, in the shape of a human hand, rip the branch from the tree.
TEN
I stand, always, with my children that stand with me.
Look to my daughters, their hands caressing the dirt and bringing forth life. My wisdom flows through them.
Look for my blood, my descendents. They walk the Earth in quiet ways, a moss buried deep in the forest, but when riled to act, they can summon all of the energy in the universe and direct it at their command. They are the last of my special legion of soldiers, the most powerful defenders of nature, my own Secret Service and private army rolled into one.
You call them witches. They are tapping into the source of all life and that scares you humans; life, itself, scares you now.
My daughters do not know their own strength. They feel some sense of it, something different about themselves, but they do not know that they are the carriers of my immortal fire.
ELEVEN
The Edison Illumination Ball was being held on Belle Isle in the Detroit River, and as soon as Isi’s carriage had begun to cross the bridge to the Isle, the hanging lights that were strung up along all sides of the bridge lit up.
Conscious that this should be a shocking feat of technology to a woman truly from 1888, Isi said, “My god in heavens, what a beautiful display Mr. Edison is putting on for us this evening, don’t you think?”
“Yes ma’am, that it is,” the carriage driver replied. He paused for a moment, before he turned around in his seat to address her again. “Countess Solovyov, what time would you like me to bring the carriage back around for you?”
When Isi did not respond, he continued, “Or I could wait for you here, Countess? I am entirely at your disposal.”
“That would be most kind of you. Thank you,” Isi said.
The scent of jasmine filled the air, as the carriage made its way through the acres of landscaped gardens. The horses instinctively slowed their gait, as the road turned to paved brick and curved around to reveal the largest, and most intricately designed, tent that Isi had ever seen. Rising out of the forest and carefully arranged gardens, was a giant structure of billowing white material, framed to the shape of an elaborate Victorian mansion.
Isi pulled her shawl over her bare shoulders, as the carriage slowed to a stop.
The driver came to the side of the carriage, and assisted Isi as she exited it. Carefully, she made her way down the stone walkway toward the mansion size tent where the Illumination Ball was being held. Isi had not worn heels once in her whole life, and her dress was so pinched at the waist that every breath was painful, but she wobbled bravely, and stiffly, forward, clutching another antique and impractical relic, her cream colored silk purse, overlaid with lace.
At the entrance to the garden tent, two butlers dressed in the servant version of a tuxedo bowed to Isi as she walked by. Isi squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, took a deep breath, and struck a pose worthy of the Russian noble that she was pretending to be.
Countess Isidora Solovyov entered the ball.
Inside, it was the most magnificent vision. The tent had been erected atop a particularly lush section of the garden that contained a large patio, which had now been transformed into a dance floor. The outdoors had been brought inside, temporarily.
The ceiling of the tent had been painted black, and Edison light bulbs had been affixed in a pattern designed to emulate the constellations. Isi could make out the Little Dipper and Orion, already, but she didn’t want the first impression that she left at the ball to be that of a gaping mouth simpleton, so she didn’t allow her eyes
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