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known as the 'Witch of Sixkill'." |
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"Certified?" Theodore laughed. "Who the hell certifies witches?" |
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Betty Elizabeth looked up from the pages of the dusty book, her disdain apparent. |
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"Probably aren't all that many places called Sixkill with witches," Theodore yawned. |
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"Listen to this," she pushed on. "According to this, the Witch of Sixkill was the widow of one of six whalers who were lost in an ice storm in eighteen forty-three. The book claims she was a young bride who hadn't consummated her marriage, and when she heard what happened to her husband, she tried to kill herself by throwing her body off the jagged cliffs outside the village of Sixkill. Somehow she survived, but she was terribly disfigured, so much so that none of the villagers could stand to look at her. After that she became a recluse, and because she was crippled to the extent that she couldn't get around, she developed her psychic powers and became a priestess of the supernatural." |
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"Eighteen forty-three," Theodore repeated. "Sorta makes you wonder what a one hundred and twenty-two-year-old broad looks like." The remark was followed by his usual dull, derisive laugh. |
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Betty Elizabeth sighed impatiently and thumbed to the front of the book. "Come on, this book was published in eighteen eighty. |
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