gathering_blue_novel-2

slid and twisted its rays into the cloth. The brilliant threads crisscrossed in an
intricate pattern of loops and knots that Kira had never seen before, that she
could not have created, that she had never known or heard described.
When her mother's eyes opened for a final time, Kira had held the vibrant
piece of fabric so that the dying woman could see. Words were beyond Katrina by
then. But she smiled.
Now, secret in her hand, the cloth seemed to speak a silent, pulsing message
to Kira. It told her there was danger still. But it told her also that she was to be
saved.