Ryan James

The Spirits Of Time: The Book Of Spiritual Adventures Ryan James

The casket stood on a stand in the middle of the table. Jason Robbins turned on the light, and in its brilliance the chest, seventeen inches long and the color of old ivory, gleamed like polished wood. "Or does it just seem?" Talahassi thought in surprise. This artifact had a certain property..." she chose the exact word she knew, but didn't want to say out loud, "witchcraft, that's what it was. Its lid is inlaid with gold; on each side there is a golden disc. She could guess without touching that the casket was trimmed with very pure, soft gold, which was used in ancient times."So," the gray-haired man, apparently the most important person here, leaned forward slightly, "what can you tell us about this, Miss Mitford?" Talahassi turned away with difficulty from the chest she had been staring at since Jason had lit the table lamp.