The Stars that Rise at Dawn by Ivana Skye

Author:Ivana Skye
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-9978544-0-4
Publisher: Ivana Skye

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Can’t be too much more awkward

Greetings to You, beloved of all Holy

emanation and emanator,

center and edge of fractaling flames,

bringer of light to the burned eyes

and knowledge to all that is scorched…

—Sā-shira, Holy

* * *

Tamar strolls down the path to the bridge faster than she probably should, trying to listen enough to the footsteps around her so if needed she can last-minute avoid an oncoming collision.

But the thing is: when you’re one of the Holy, and your eyes are burning fire, people get out of your way. So her path’s almost always clear. Especially when she holds her head high, which she normally does. Which she’s doing now.

Still, people tell her all the time that a blind person should maybe walk slowly, or, oh, actually use their cane. Which, of course, is completely ridiculous; she does use her cane. Just not on paths she already knows.

She loves this path at the end of the day, although it’s a little past that time now, the sun somewhere in the side of the sky, barely warm enough to feel on her skin. And this path is best when it’s filled with people, and not just any people, but relieved people. All that walking, the footsteps on the ground and of course the displaced air, plus those thoughts of returning home, it’s both energizing and calming.

Not that she tries to read people’s minds. Usually. Just, sometimes it happens when people are in what would be her line of sight if she could see.

Tamar smiles. God’s ability to know—to without a thought feel the minds of all Šehhinah—is branded harsh on her eyes now. She can try to suppress it, but, well. That would be like trying not to notice the chiming of flame and power in the rippling veils of light that never leave her.

Still, there are some people on the path now. Stragglers, mostly annoyed that they’ve been kept busy so late in the day.

She’s walked far now, far from the causeway where merchants set up their stalls, where she works as one, sort of.

After all, it turns out that the fire of God that burns and burns is similar enough to the sun that it can charge motorcycle batteries… and that’s a nice way to make a bit of an income, and drink up the strangeness of other people’s feelings besides. It helps that she attracts the most curious customers, and a few scandalized ones to spice things up…

And there it is, she feels the change of building material beneath her feet. The bridge to downtown Eden.

Because, continuing to live in Ēnnuh? That would’ve been boring.

Tamar deftly manages the step up to the bridge, having walked this path so many times that she knows exactly where she is. That means she’s passed under the gate by now—because of course there’s a flaming gate.

She’s never seen it, of course, but apparently it depicts, in a mosaic of actual gemstones, Lilith, Adam, and Eve, the three first rulers of Eden and essentially the founders of civilization as it’s known today.

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