I you were offered the chance to stay forever young, would you take it?
Excerpt:
"If you're looking for Madame Xalia she just walked back in," an old man said. I jumped at his voice for he seemed to have appeared from nowhere. He pointed to the front window, where now appeared a dim yellow light behind burgundy velvet drapes with gold fringes and tassels.
I turned the knob of the door and glanced back at the old man, who was looking keenly at me and smiling toothlessly.
"Thanks," I said before I walked into the room. At least someone had seen me go into that place in case I didn't come out in a reasonable length of time. It was a small dark room with a table and two chairs in the middle. The chairs were carved and ancient. There was another room beyond, separated from the one I was in by a dark red velvet curtain that was vivid from the light in the other room. The curtain parted and a woman with a red scarf and long black skirt walked toward me.
"Sit on the chair opposite me," she ordered as she sat down herself.
"I—I—Madame Xalia?"
"Yes, I'm Madame Xalia, Miss. You want your fortune told?"
"Yes," I said meekly and sat where she pointed.
"Five dollars for each hand."
"You don't have a glass ball?" I asked.
"No—hands only. One hand or two?"
"I only have five dollars."
"Which of the two?"
I extended my right hand...
What if all objects had a "consciousness" and were aware of the world around them? What if they could talk to each other? Award-winning author Deborah K. Frontiera answers this hypothetical what-if in an intriguing way as the items in a pawnshop come
Born of their seeds, kingdom will rise against kingdom, one will hold great mysteries, one will turn the tide and one will not be bound. War is fought, not only on the field but also within the mind. Nothing is what it seems take nothing for granted.
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