The Sacred Lies Of Minnow Bly (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
I was weedy and black-haired and had my father’s mannish nose, but more importantly, I’d heard the wives whisper that I was touched in a bad way by the outside. Not like my sister Constance. She was only twelve, but it was obvious she’d be sought after as a wife when she was older. Everybody loved Constance. She was beautiful, with pale blond hair and a sweet pixie face with a little bow of a mouth that always looked slightly surprised. But it was more than that. She was the first child born into the wilderness. She was entirely Kevinian. She was pure. Unlike me. The Prophet was the only man who ever regarded me with anything but basic tolerance. He often stared a little too closely, and his fingers could find their way to my waist without anyone noticing. He’d do subtle things, stroke my calf under the table and exclaim, “Such strong legs! You’ll make a fine woman someday.” The sort of thing that no one could blink at, but which made my stomach go hollow.
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