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A Curative Touch (A Collection of Unusual Tales) E-book

A Curative Touch (A Collection of Unusual Tales) E-book

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From the time I was a small child, I have been exceptionally healthy. No disease or accident can fell me, nor anyone around me. It is as if I am protected, and by extension, those around me are as well. If I touch someone, they are cured.

I know I cannot tell anyone for fear I will be called a witch and hunted down or thrown into Bedlam. But I cannot squander my gift either. I have an extraordinary ability—I must use it to help as many people as I may.

I plan to marry a doctor so that I might assist him in his practice of medicine. It would be the perfect shield for my unusual pastime. I cannot allow myself to be distracted by a handsome gentleman from Derbyshire, no matter how rich or intelligent he is.

Falling in love would ruin everything.

In an out of the way corner of Hertfordshire, a girl is born with an extraordinary ability. Keeping it secret is paramount.

Excerpt:

I knew eavesdropping was impolite, but this was more important than manners.

“This is utter rubbish!” I heard my father say.

“You say that only because it stretches your mind uncomfortably.” My mother’s voice was calm and steady.

“Are you calling me small-minded?” cried my father, insult clear in his tone.

“I am saying that it is very arrogant indeed to assume one knows everything there is to know about how life works. That there is no mystery in the world. No challenge to one’s comprehension. No phenomenon which cannot be explained by educated minds.”

“I am not saying I know everything there is to know or that there is no mystery in the world. I am merely saying that this sounds preposterous!”

“To you.”

“To any logical man!”

I could practically hear my mother smirking through the door.

“If it was Thomas who had a special ability, would you question it?” she asked. “Is it that this miracle comes through your daughter and not your son that has you up in arms?”

“I would be just as concerned if it were one of the boys, or any of my children at all! In fact, I am currently questioning your sanity!”

I could listen no longer. I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. My father stood near the fire, his shoulders heaving with his labored breaths. My mother stood across from him near the desk, her back ramrod straight.

“Mother is perfectly sane, Papa. Do not blame her. She is protecting me.”

 

Tropes & Themes in this book:

✔️ Secret Powers

✔️ Highly Competent Heroine

✔️ Grumpy / Sunshine

✔️ Women Supporting Women

 

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Chapter 1
I was six years old when I realized I was not like the other children.
My sisters came down with a pox, from Jane down to baby Lydia. So did Joseph the stable boy and nearly all the tenants’ children. I was the only one not covered in itchy, painful sores. Jane’s fever was dangerously high, and Lydia was so bad, the apothecary told my parents to prepare themselves, for she likely would not live more than a day or two. My mother wept and wept, sobbing so loudly she could be heard in every room of the house.
My father was also ill—only my mother had had the pox as a child and remained untouched—so I offered to hold the baby that she might rest. As the only healthy child, I had been rigorously quarantined for a week. I had overheard the apothecary say they should keep me far from my sisters, so that if the worst happened, they would not be entirely childless. My mother had gasped and my father had looked very grave. When he saw me lurking in the doorway, he sent me away with a stern look.
After I snuck into my mother’s room, I convinced her to let me hold my sister and settled into the chair by the fire. It was proof of her exhaustion that she allowed me to do so. She handed me the squalling baby and watched us carefully as Lydia settled down and quietened.
That was the other strange thing about me. Babies stopped crying when I held them, or played with them, or stroked their downy hair. At first we had thought it was only Kitty, but it was the same with two different tenants’ babies, young Maria Lucas, and now Lydia.
I promised to wake my mother if the babe fussed even a little as she wearily lay down on her bed; she was asleep within moments. A few hours later, after I had hummed every song I knew to my youngest sister, my mother woke with a start.
“Lizzy, how is the baby?”
“She is well, Mama. You may go back to sleep.”
My mother looked at me suspiciously and rose from her bed to investigate my assertion. She gasped when she saw Lydia.
“See. I told you she was well.”
My mother’s face was pale and her eyes wide. “Give me the baby, Elizabeth,” she said, her voice shaking.
I did not understand what she was so upset about. Lydia was sleeping peacefully. She had not cried in nearly three hours, and her skin was no longer the angry red it had been before.
As my mother took the babe from my arms, she had a pained look on her face. I could not understand it. Was she not happy Lydia was no longer suffering? Her expression changed to shock when she brought the babe closer to her face. Then she placed a hand on her chest.
“She breathes!”
“Of course she does. I told you she was well.” My mother did not always speak sensibly.
“But she is so pale…”
I could not understand what she was going on about. “She only looks pale because she was so dreadfully red before. She is a normal color now.”
My mother looked at me strangely then, as if she were trying to understand me, and began to examine the baby. She checked her arms and legs, her torso, her neck. She changed the napkin and continued to exclaim her wonder.
“It is extraordinary!”
“What is, Mama?”
“Lydia. Her spots are completely gone. As if she never had them! I have never seen the like.”
“It has been like that for a while.”
She looked up at me quickly. “It has?”
I nodded.
“When did her spots begin to fade?”
“I do not know, but you had not been asleep long. You had not begun snoring yet.”
“I do not snore.”
I wisely remained silent.
“Well.” My mother took a deep breath and stared harder at my sister. “So curious.”
She finally looked back at me and said, “Go on to bed, Lizzy. You have been a great help, dear.”

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