Crissy Moss

But Amanda ... _ Jadina said, looking past Maylin at the young Fate. __he doesn__ ask for anything. She doesn__ even try to read the future, it__ just there. She ends up blurting things out. Starts talking about the car accident you__e going to have in three years, or your baby boy dying in child birth in a few months, or your grandmother__ funeral next year. Thing__ you can__ change even if you know about them. Things you__e happier not knowing about. People go through life, happily oblivious. If you start telling them all the horrible things that are coming, they get upset. When those horrible things start coming true, they get scared and blame you. They say you caused it. Label you witch. Even burn you at the stake. She__ safer in there.

He looked up at her. Age and worry had taken their toll on her frail body, but she was kind and beautiful. And for a moment, memories and thoughts swam to the surface, the world coming into utter clarity. And all of them revolved around Amanda, his wife of fifty years.