Excerpt from Sister Light
A woman leaned over a black cloth spread across the surface of the stone table. The bronzed flesh of her hands sparkled in the shimmering light as she caressed the flat, gray stone of her worktable. Her young face was a rich, soft hazelnut that sparkled with the light from the cloth. Black, curling tattoos – completely tribal in fashion and design – ringed the woman’s left eye and snaked across her temple to cover her ear, finally trailing down the left side of her neck, feeding into the neckline of her silken tunic.
White, straight hair, cut short just under the woman’s chin, shook as if stirred by a gentle breeze. Her eyes sparkled of their own accord, needing no extra luminance from the inky black cloth. Her eyes were deep pools of rich color almost as black as the cloth that lay stretched before her on the stone table. Long, white lashes curled and framed her eyes, throwing shadows on her finely arched cheekbones. A straight, but somewhat wide, nose trickled down to two lips as pink and soft as rose petals.
“The Gates offered in this Coil remain closed to their kind, but an event shall foresee the wrenching of the Gates between the Coils.” The woman’s voice rang strong as her ancient words filled the air, but she spoke with a thick accent that slurred some words while hissing others.
A second set of hands appeared on the other side of the table, framing with the woman’s hands around the black cloth. A man’s hands.
“Tell me what you see of the event.” His accent was slightly different from the woman’s.
“Watch for the child with the pale blue eyes,” she whispered her voice soft but rushed and hissing.