Wild Seed by Octavia E. Butler

Author:Octavia E. Butler [Butler, Octavia E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Science Fiction, Fantasy, Adult, Historical, Feminism
ISBN: 9780446676977
Google: 4aPmkL79U3EC
Amazon: 0446676977
Goodreads: 52318
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 1980-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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"Whatever you've got to say to me, I deserve it," Isaac said. "I didn't notice and I should have. After all these years, I surely should have."

Doro said nothing, motioned Isaac back out the door.

Isaac obeyed silently, probably feeling more guilt than he should have. This was no ordinary girl. None of her brothers or sisters had reached Doro miles away with their desperation as their transitions neared.

What had he felt about her? Anxiety, worry, more. Some indefinable feeling not only that she was near transition, but that she was on the verge of becoming something he had not known before. Something new. It was as though from New York City he had sensed another Anyanwu—new, different, attracting him, pulling him. He had never followed a feeling more willingly.

The girl moved in his arms and he took her to the high-backed settle near the fireplace. The narrow bench was nearly as uncomfortable as the wainscot chairs. Not for the first time, Doro wondered why Isaac and Anyanwu did not buy or have made some comfortable modern furniture. Surely they could afford it.

"What am I going to do?" the girl whispered. She had put her head against his shoulder, but even that close, Doro could hardly hear her. "It hurts so much."

"Endure it," he said simply. "It will end."

" When!" From a whisper to almost a scream. Then back to the whisper. "When?"

"Soon." He held her away from him a little so that he could see the small face, swollen and weary. The girl's coloring was gray rather than its usual rich dark brown. "You haven't been sleeping?"

"A little. Sometimes. The nightmares . . . only they aren't nightmares, are they?"

"You know what they are."

She shrank against the back of the bench. "You know David Whitten, two houses over?"

Doro nodded. The Whitten boy was twenty. Fairly good breeding stock. His family would be worth more in generations to come. They had a sensitivity that puzzled Doro. He did not know quite what they were becoming, but the feeling he got from them was good. They were a pleasant mystery that careful inbreeding would solve.

"Almost every night," Nweke said, "David . . . he goes to his sister's bed."

Startled, Doro laughed aloud. "Does he?"

"Just like married people. Why is that funny? They could get into trouble—brother and sister. They could . . ."

"They'll be all right."

She looked at him closely. "Did you know about it?"

"No." Doro was still smiling. "How old is the girl? Around sixteen?"

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