I bear a deep red stain that runs from my left shoulder down to my right hip, a trail left by the herbwitch's poison that my mother used to try to expel me from her womb. That I survived, according to the herbwitch, is no miracle but a sign I have been sired by the god of death himself.To participate in First Chapter ~ First Paragraph or to check out some fantastic Tuesday Intro's on other blogs, visit the lovely Diane at Bibliophile By the Sea
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