Chain of Souls by Jack Heath & John Thompson

Author:Jack Heath & John Thompson [Heath, Jack & Thompson, John]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
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ISBN: 9780988948341
Publisher: Pressque Publishing
Published: 2013-04-11T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

THE TABLE WAS LARGE AND THE MOST UNUSUAL shape she had ever seen. It seemed to be a hexagon, but instead of having points, each spoke of the hexagon ended in an inward curve so that someone could pull up a chair and nestle into the curve. The table was covered with a tablecloth. Six candelabras burned, one at the base of each spoke, each one holding six candles.

Seven other people sat at the table along with Sarah, each of them at the end of one of the spokes, except for the one spoke where Jessica Lodge sat beside another person, a man. Sarah sat along the side of the spoke nearest Jessica Lodge. She was dressed in a white dress with long sleeves and a high collar. Her hair had been put up in a fancy coil that she would never have chosen herself.

The others at the table were dressed in similar formal clothing, only theirs was all black. They were all quite a bit older than Sarah, probably in their sixties or seventies, and several in their eighties, she guessed. Jessica Lodge wore a long black dress with a swirl of black sequins that went from her shoulder to her hip. At her throat she wore a necklace with a ruby pendant the size of a thumbnail. She looked as regal as a visiting queen. Beside her sat a man with wavy white hair, a prominent nose as straight as a ruler, a chin that jutted like the prow of a ship, and steely eyes that made him look like someone who had been in command of others all his life.

The other women, of whom there were two, had neatly coiffed gray hair, equally expensive jewelry, and long gowns. The rest of the men were also distinguished with the kind of features typified by tight skin over good bones, pampered faces that suggested they were accustomed to a certain amount of wealth, power, and control, and they wore tuxedos and starched shirts.

The aura around the table was so stilted and formal that Sarah felt like a little girl going through some sort of church confirmation ceremony. The part of her brain that was capable of having that thought also told her that this whole thing was ridiculous and that she ought to get up and excuse herself, but the other part of her found it so easy just to go along.

They were sitting in a dining room of some sort, but it wasn't the formal dining room on the first floor of the large country house where Jessica and Sarah were staying. This dining room was in the basement, down a narrow staircase and then at the end of long passageway. It seemed like a room that few visitors to the house would ever get to see, and Sarah wondered why anyone would have such a lovely dining room so far underground and so far from a kitchen. Sarah didn't even know if Jessica owned the house,

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