No? Part girl, part wolf? Do they lick their butter knives?
Libba BrayWhen the music is over, she keeps her head down till she finds her seat again, and I wonder how many times each day she dies a little.
Libba BrayTonight, she went into the woods, and I fear she shall live in the woods of my soul for the rest of my days.
Libba BrayI'm sorry, Gemma. But we can't live in the light all of the time. You have to take whatever light you can hold into the dark with you.
Libba BrayIt's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.
Libba BrayHow I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.
Libba BrayWarning: If you are insufferable, do not walk here. We shall eat you down to the marrow.
Libba BrayAnd now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.
Libba BrayCome on, Father. Stop me. Tell me to behave, to go to hell, something, anything.
Libba BrayShall I tell you a story? A new and terrible one? A ghost story?"
The voice, a faint echo in the cave, belongs to Felicity. She turns around on the rock, faces us, wraps her arms across bent knees, hugging them close. "Are you ready? Shall I begin? Once upon a time there were four girls. One was pretty. One was clever. One charming, and one..." She glances at me. "One was mysterious. But they were all damaged, you see. Something not right about the lot of them. Bad blood. Big dreams. Oh, I left that part out. Sorry, that should have come before. They were all dreamers, these girls."
Felicity...," I start, because it's her and not the story that's beginning to frighten me.
You wanted a story, and I'm going to give you one." Lightning shoots across the cave walls, bathing half her face in light, the other in shadows. "One by one, night after night, the girls came together. And they sinned. Do you know what that sin was? No one? Pippa? Ann?"
Felicity." Pippa sounds anxious. "Let's go back and have a nice cup of tea. It's too cold out here."
Felicity's voice expands, fills the space around us, a bell tolling. "Their sin was that they believed. Believed they could be different. Special. They believed they could change what they were--damaged, unloved. Cast-off things. They would be alive, adored, needed. Necessary. But it wasn't true. This is a ghost story, remember? A tragedy."
The lightning's back, a big one, two, three of light that lets me see Felicity's face, slick with tears, nose running. "They were mislead. Betrayed by their own stupid hopes. Things couldn't be different for them, because they weren't special after all. So life took them, led them, and they went along, you see? They faded before their own eyes, till they were nothing more than living ghosts, haunting each other with what could be. What can't be.
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