Echo
Chapter One
My Mother, The Angel
My father calls her The Angel. I am never sure how to live up to such a mother. She is almost six feet tall. The planes of her face are like carved ivory. The long neck and smooth eyelids and high cheekbones of Nefertiti's famous bust. Strawberry hair cascading to her hips like Botticelli's Venus. Pretty impossible to compete with when you are just under five feet with faded brown hair and the face of an elf.
My mother can make flowers bloom with the slightest touch of her hand. Her garden burgeons -- irises glitter as if embedded with silver, roses turn colors no one can match. Rose breeders come to find out her secrets but she only smiles mysteriously. They try to analyze the clippings she gives them but it is useless -- the magic ingredient is her touch. Her birds of paradise are almost as tall as sh ... read full excerpt from Echo ebook
