Daughter of Detroit

By Amy Stilgenbauer

It's back to Detroit for the installment, to check in on how Clarissa's adjustment to life as a millennial is progressing. A hint? not particularly well. She's just gotten back from a bad date, but what's worse? Calu wants a favor from the girl he believes to be a revenge spirit, but Clarissa doesn't know if she wants to help him.

A long kept secret of Graziella's is going to change her world. She just doesn't know it yet.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amy Stilgenbauer
• Release date: Apr 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311030757

Amy Stilgenbauer

Amy Stilgenbauer is an information scientist, freelance writer, and baseball aficionado, who spends her life split between Ohio and Michigan. She received her degree in writing from Mount Union College in 2007.

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Daughter of Detroit

Part 8 of the Season of the Witch Series

Amy Stilgenbauer

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Cover Image: Belle Isle, river-environed park, Detroit, Michigan. made available by the New York Public Library Robert N. Dennis collection of stereoscopic views. This work is in the public domain in the United States, because its first publication occurred prior to January 1, 1923.

Acknowledgements: Many thanks to my dear friends Jillian and Reno for all their support.

Speramus meliora; resurget cineribus (We hope for better things, it will rise from the ashes) -Motto of the city of Detroit, Michigan

1.

The Underland (Looking in on April 20, 1284. The Alps, near the town of Canzu.)

Through the looking glass, the little log cabin in the mountains seemed almost invisible. It wobbled in and out of Calu’s field of vision as though it were trying to hide itself from the world. It probably was. He wouldn’t have put it past the Winter Witch to put some sort of enchantment on the area to protect her, but winter was fading fast, even there in the mountains, the snow was beginning to melt. Not as quickly, of course, as Calu would have liked, but enough to afford him little glimpses of the dwelling.

It looked cozy and warm with the wisps of smoke drifting out of the chimney, and the nice, soft glow of candles in the window. He watched, barely able to take a breath, as her face appeared. Strenia’s face, but not quite right. Little details were off. He couldn’t have said what they exactly were, but he knew them. In the same way that two twins could look identical but be fundamentally different people, so were Strenia’s incarnations. As much as it hurt his heart to admit it, none of them would ever again be the exact same woman he had fallen in love with. Unfortunately, it had taken him centuries to realize this.

He moved the looking glass closer to his face, trying to get closer to the cabin, to better see the flickering image. It didn’t work. He tried to will the image closer, but that didn’t work either. Calu cursed a few times, begging something to happen, but nothing did.

Graziella... He grumbled to himself, knowing full well that she couldn’t hear him, but hoping she could. I know what you’re doing, Graziella. He stopped himself before uttering the words, ‘you’re trying to keep her from me.’ There was no keeping her