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Authors: G. Johanson
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keenly to Aolfa.
“ He hasn’t got any arms or legs.”
“ We could still nail him up. Nail him to Ioshua.”
“ No. That’ll kill him and Ioshua wants to see their reaction tomorrow,” Aolfa said, though she did consider the idea and found it a little tempting. Darlynn, Wykeham, Alice and even Ioshua were ahead of her when it came to the extremity of their actions in the course of the night and she did want to do something to stand out, but she refrained, refusing to let her euphoria make her do something she’d regret.
Looking back she did not regret her actions on that night; rather she regretted her inaction. Human sacrifices were considered the norm in witchcraft in those unenlightened times and she had been indifferent and callous regarding Darlynn’s baby – it was worse than that, she had been eager for the sacrifice to go ahead, to reap the power from that heinous act. For a long time she had rationalised such deeds by thinking solely of what she had to gain and by not considering herself culpable for the actions of her friends, which she knew was a crock of shit. If anything she had more blood on her hands than the deranged Darlynn. At the time she had barely given the poor little mite a thought and it had taken many years for her to reassess her behaviour and to view this as her worst deed – the night when she stood back as a madwoman slaughtered her own baby. From a legal standpoint she’d done far worse things (she had no physical involvement in the sacrifice whatsoever and was adamant on this before they began), yet this was the one thing she shared with no one, especially not her husband. It took a cold person to allow such a deed, let alone be completely unmoved and self-absorbed as it happened and she had not been that person for a long time and did not want to become her again. That night was one of the reasons why the church would be interested in eliminating her, one of many reasons. They suspected but if they knew her full catalogue of misdeeds they would hound her until death, if that were not what they were currently doing.
Laura disembarked from the ship in New York where a small crowd had gathered to welcome the soldiers back. She waited until they had left the boat and most of the people had cleared away before she set foot on American soil – what she had feared all along was true, her powers did seem somewhat diminished being so far from the country of her birth. Wonderful. She saw a large group of nuns, bringing back the memory of the Beguine massacre that followed the desecration of the church, and she felt she needed all of their prayers at the moment. As she walked away from them she heard one of them, possibly the Mother Superior as the voice sounded like it came from a desiccated old fossil, say flatly, “Welcome to America, Miss Spencer.”
Laura stood still for a second before she resumed walking without a backward glance.
Chapter 2 – Welcome to America
Ollie Seddon cursed himself – he was already at rock bottom and he’d messed up yet again. He could have committed suicide privately, without an audience pressuring him. He hadn’t expected it to be like this – he thought he’d climb over the bridge wall and jump and it would all be over in a matter of seconds. He hadn’t foreseen the hesitation, the police arriving and trying to talk him down, the disruption to traffic as police only allowed the lane furthest away from him to be open. The bad weather didn’t help either, making his footing unstable as he shuffled on the ledge. He couldn’t even die right.
“ Come on, Ollie, you don’t want to do this,” Sergeant Walker said as he stood several meters from him, to no response. Sergeant Walker was in his late 50s and he had known Ollie since he was a boy yet he had been unable to coax any words from him and his failure to open up a dialogue concerned him and he mouthed to the other officers ‘jumper’, preparing them for
“ He hasn’t got any arms or legs.”
“ We could still nail him up. Nail him to Ioshua.”
“ No. That’ll kill him and Ioshua wants to see their reaction tomorrow,” Aolfa said, though she did consider the idea and found it a little tempting. Darlynn, Wykeham, Alice and even Ioshua were ahead of her when it came to the extremity of their actions in the course of the night and she did want to do something to stand out, but she refrained, refusing to let her euphoria make her do something she’d regret.
Looking back she did not regret her actions on that night; rather she regretted her inaction. Human sacrifices were considered the norm in witchcraft in those unenlightened times and she had been indifferent and callous regarding Darlynn’s baby – it was worse than that, she had been eager for the sacrifice to go ahead, to reap the power from that heinous act. For a long time she had rationalised such deeds by thinking solely of what she had to gain and by not considering herself culpable for the actions of her friends, which she knew was a crock of shit. If anything she had more blood on her hands than the deranged Darlynn. At the time she had barely given the poor little mite a thought and it had taken many years for her to reassess her behaviour and to view this as her worst deed – the night when she stood back as a madwoman slaughtered her own baby. From a legal standpoint she’d done far worse things (she had no physical involvement in the sacrifice whatsoever and was adamant on this before they began), yet this was the one thing she shared with no one, especially not her husband. It took a cold person to allow such a deed, let alone be completely unmoved and self-absorbed as it happened and she had not been that person for a long time and did not want to become her again. That night was one of the reasons why the church would be interested in eliminating her, one of many reasons. They suspected but if they knew her full catalogue of misdeeds they would hound her until death, if that were not what they were currently doing.
Laura disembarked from the ship in New York where a small crowd had gathered to welcome the soldiers back. She waited until they had left the boat and most of the people had cleared away before she set foot on American soil – what she had feared all along was true, her powers did seem somewhat diminished being so far from the country of her birth. Wonderful. She saw a large group of nuns, bringing back the memory of the Beguine massacre that followed the desecration of the church, and she felt she needed all of their prayers at the moment. As she walked away from them she heard one of them, possibly the Mother Superior as the voice sounded like it came from a desiccated old fossil, say flatly, “Welcome to America, Miss Spencer.”
Laura stood still for a second before she resumed walking without a backward glance.
Chapter 2 – Welcome to America
Ollie Seddon cursed himself – he was already at rock bottom and he’d messed up yet again. He could have committed suicide privately, without an audience pressuring him. He hadn’t expected it to be like this – he thought he’d climb over the bridge wall and jump and it would all be over in a matter of seconds. He hadn’t foreseen the hesitation, the police arriving and trying to talk him down, the disruption to traffic as police only allowed the lane furthest away from him to be open. The bad weather didn’t help either, making his footing unstable as he shuffled on the ledge. He couldn’t even die right.
“ Come on, Ollie, you don’t want to do this,” Sergeant Walker said as he stood several meters from him, to no response. Sergeant Walker was in his late 50s and he had known Ollie since he was a boy yet he had been unable to coax any words from him and his failure to open up a dialogue concerned him and he mouthed to the other officers ‘jumper’, preparing them for
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