Marked

Read Marked for Free Online Page A

Book: Read Marked for Free Online
Authors: P.C. Cast
pale and her lips were blue. Hey! White face, blue lips, and red blood! Am I patriotic or what?
    I laughed, and it was amazing! I swear I could see my laughter floating around me like the puffy things you blow off a dandelion, only instead of being white it was birthday-cake-frosting-blue. Wow! Who knew hitting my head and passing out would be so much fun? I wondered if this was what it was like to be high.
    The dandelion icing laughter faded and I could hear the shining crystal sound of running water. I moved closer to my body, able to see that what I had at first thought was a gash in the ground was really a narrow crevasse. The living water sound was coming from deep inside it. Curious, I peered down, and the sparkling silver outline of words drifted up from within the rock. I strained to hear, and was rewarded by a faint, whispering of silver sound.
    Zoey Redbird…come to me…
    "Grandma!" I yelled into the slash in the rock. My words were bright purple and they filled the air around me. "Is that you, Grandma?”
    Come to me…
    The silver mixed with the purple of my visible voice, turning the words the glistening color of lavender blossoms. It was an omen! A sign! Somehow, like the spirit guides the Cherokee people have believed in for centuries, Grandma Redbird was telling me I had to go down into the rock.
    Without any more hesitation, I flung my spirit forward and down into the crevasse, following the trail of my blood and the silver memory of my grandma's whisper until I came to the smooth floor of a cave-like room. In the middle of the room a small stream of water bubbled, giving off tinkling shards of visible sound, bright and glass-colored. Mixed with the scarlet drops of my blood it lit up the cave with a flickering light that was the color of dried leaves. I wanted to sit next to the bubbling water and let my fingers touch the air around it and play in the texture of its music, but the voice called to me again.
    Zoey Redbird…follow me to your destiny…
    So I followed the stream and the woman's call. The cave narrowed until it was a rounded tunnel. It curved and curled around and around, in a gentle spiral, ending abruptly at a wall that was covered with carved symbols that looked familiar and alien at the same time. Confused, I watched the stream pour down into a crack in the wall and disappear. What now? Was I supposed to follow it?
    I looked back down the tunnel. Nothing there except dancing light. I turned to the wall and felt a jolt of electric shock. Whoa! There was a woman sitting cross-legged in front of the wall! She was wearing a white fringed dress that was beaded with the same symbols that were on the wall behind her. She was fantastically beautiful, with long straight hair so black it looked as if it had blue and purple highlights, like a raven's wing. Her full lips curved up as she spoke, filling the air between us with the silver power of her voice.
    Tsi-lu-gi U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa. Welcome, Daughter. You have done well.
    She spoke in Cherokee, but even though I hadn't practiced the language much in the last couple years I understood the words.
    "You're not my grandma!" I blurted, feeling awkward and out of place as my purple words joined with hers, making incredible patterns of sparkling lavender in the air around us.
    Her smile was like the rising sun.
    No, Daughter, I am not, but I know Sylvia Redbird very well. I took a deep breath. "Am I dead?”
    I was afraid she would laugh at me, but she didn't. Instead her dark eyes were soft and concerned.
    No, U-we-tsi a-ge-hu-tsa. You are far from dead, though your spirit has been temporarily freed to wander the realm of the Nunne 'hi.
    "The spirit people!" I glanced around the tunnel, trying to see faces and forms within the shadows.
    Your grandmother has taught you well, u-s-ti Do-tsu-wa…little Redbird. You are a unique mixture of the Old Ways and the New World―of ancient tribal blood and the heartbeat of outsiders.
    Her words made me feel hot

Similar Books

Smitten

Colleen Coble

Road Kill

Zoe Sharp

Motown Showdown

K.S. Adkins

Blind Sunflowers

Alberto Méndez

Cheat

Kristen Butcher

Skinner's Rules

Quintin Jardine

To Kiss You Again

Brandie Buckwine

Learnin' The Ropes

Shanna Hatfield