In this epic tale, two sisters
are exiled from their native land.
The mythological world of Ancient
Canada may be
unlike anything you’ve read in a thousand years.
It had happened. Simon had
seen his second child.
Quietly and peacefully, she opened her eyes, quite
soon after birth. Perhaps the brilliance of the sky overhead opened her
eyes itself, and if so, it was our first indication that she had the
ability of sight.
“I’ve never seen that color before,” said the
“Nor I,” said Simon. “They are clear, not even
murky, as Marigold’s when she was first born.”
“Are those truly purple eyes, or is that just an
effect of the Lights?”
“No, they are genuinely purple. Or maybe a sort of
“Or maybe Lavender,” spoke Simon. Once I told him
what the peddler had said earlier, about the lavender I traded from
him, we agreed on her name. I did not expect the color to be her
permanent shade, but to this day they are identical to when she first
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