Curl Up With A Good Book

     “Since I was 15,” Claire replied and then took in a slow, quiet breath, “when a member of the bloodline is deemed ready they receive the sight. For over 2000 years it has only ever been bestowed on sons, until, well, us.” Then she took the box, gingerly lifting the lid. Zoe looked on, a tingle running over her skin, as Claire reached in, retrieving the book.      Zoe’s eyes widened when she saw the large book with its leather binding and golden leaves wrapping around it to form a lock at