CHAPTER SIX
I
couldn’t think about anything other than my grandmother's words. My head buzzed with the small information she and my mother had told me. Last night, when my mother and I had passed the night at my grandmother’s, they both went on and on about how seers were powerful beings.
I asked how our curse could have caused my father's death, but instead she told me that someone with great power had killed him. She only insisted that I don’t take off my glasses. She wouldn’t even talk about the spark in her eyes or what had caused the vibration in our house. But deep down, I knew my mother was behind it. Her magic must have gone out of control. The bottom line was that she wanted me to hide my gift, but how could I pretend that the ugly creature, Death, never existed when its imager
