Catherine Elliott
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Uzekamanzi
Uzekamanzi: Luck Loves Lions Lions was definitely on his own now. He had been diverted from his first task which was to stay with the group. He had been hot and wanted to swim so he jumped into the river. The others were afraid to swim in moving water. It is true that he was pulled through some rapids by the pounding on-rush. Then he was swept back up, grateful for air, down around the other side. It is true that he had been shot downstream so quickly that he had felt disoriented. So maybe it wasn't safe enough for the other children but Lions was a strong swimmer. He had fallen into the ocean from a sailboat at three years old and his mother had made him practice swimming every day after that. He knew he wasn't supposed to swim alone but there had been others there when he had jumped in. He was too far away to see them and they definitely could not help him now, even if they had been brave enough to try.
By Catherine Elliottabout a year ago in Fiction
My Mama's Magic
To My Magic Mama No two people remember life the same way. The ways that I remember you are my own but they are important. I did not understand Motherhood until I was crossing that threshold. When they pulled the little lion from my tummy and held him in the space above me, I was screaming inside louder than he was screaming outside. There has been a terrible mistake. I can't do this. I am not a mother. I am still a child. Put him back inside my tummy. Please put him back inside where I can protect him within the fortress of my body. Then he was heavy on my chest with an indescribable weight that has never lifted.
By Catherine Elliott2 years ago in Families
Uzekamanzi: book1
Uzekamanzi: book 1 Rewinding The Coils There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Khemisatra had called them back. She had deciphered the riddles of the resonance structures for the aromatics which had the depth to carry the call. It had taken her seven years to accomplish. It was done. The dragons had answered. Now too many were in this present and in their prime swirling. They were hunting the one who had called them. What would she do next?
By Catherine Elliott2 years ago in Fiction