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The Chalice and the Crown

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by Kassandra Flamouri


  “Lady Myna was right,” I say. “What was your mother’s name?”

  “Lara,” she says, her lips twisting in a flash of grief.

  “Can I tell you something?” I whisper. “Something strange, and wondrous—will you believe me?”

  Her eyes widen, and she turns her head so I can whisper in her ear, “My mother’s name was Lara, too.” Tentatively, I take her small, delicate hands in mine and kiss them. “I’m Sasha. I’m your sister.”

  “My sister.” She says it slowly, as if tasting each syllable. Then she smiles, her face suddenly alight with joy.

  My lips tremble as I smile back at her. “And does my little sister have a name?”

  “Yes.” She giggles and pulls her hands out of mine so that she can hold the end of my braid. She brushes it against her cheek, lightly, and then looks at me with my grandmother’s eyes—my eyes.

  “My name is Nadia.”

  About the Author

  Kassandra Flamouri made her storytelling debut at age three with “Squirm the Worm,” which was warmly received by an audience of assorted beetles. After many years spent exploring a variety of interests, she went on to study music composition at the Sunderman Conservatory of Gettysburg College. She currently resides in Pennsylvania, moonlighting as a folk musician while juggling writing and teaching. Kassandra shares her heart and home with a very sweet and loving man, a very sweet but excitable cattle dog, and an only intermittently sweet, very old black cat.

  You can connect with me on:

  https://www.flamourifiction.com

  https://twitter.com/flamourific

 

 

 


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