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Her Father's Daughter [MultiFormat]
eBook by Patricia Cirone
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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description:   A girl who knows nothing about her father will always wonder about him. What parts of her came from him? What was he like? And, in Issa's case, why does her mother refuse to speak of him?
eBook Publisher: Marion Zimmer Bradley Literary Works Trust, Published: Marion Zimmer Bradley's Fantasy Magazine #9, 1990
Fictionwise Release Date: November 2009
3 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [20 KB]
, ePub (EPUB) [35 KB]
, Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [4 KB]
, Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [161 KB]
, Palm Doc (PDB) [3 KB]
, Microsoft Reader (LIT) [63 KB]
, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [72 KB]
, hiebook (KML) [46 KB]
, Sony Reader (LRF) [44 KB]
, iSilo (PDB) [2 KB]
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, Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [41 KB]
, OEBFF Format (IMP) [10 KB]
Words: 830
Reading time: 2-3 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
 
Look into the flame ... hold its image in your mind, in your heart ... let your inner self melt into it, become one with the flame ... concentrate ... flow, become one, become one..."
"I can't."
The flame wavered and flickered out. Her teacher's sigh blew the remaining plume of gray smoke into an eddied pattern. "Better luck tomorrow, dear," Mela said kindly, as if this hadn't happened again and again.
Issa nodded, her lips pressed tightly shut. She had tried and tried, yet she still couldn't image flame. Her frustration brought tears to her eyes. Swiftly she bent and drew her things together, to hide her filling eyes.
When she got home she hung up her sack and school apron and walked up the wooden steps to where her mother sat sewing by light she had gathered. Issa felt a twinge of resentment at so casual a display of the power.
"Issa! How did you fare today?"
"Not good, my mother," Issa replied, bending to kiss her cheek. "I don't think I'm to be a fire gatherer."
"That can't be, Issa. All our family for generations have been fire gatherers."
Issa's jaw set. "Maybe I'm the exception then."
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