This is the opening of a short story called The Blood Sigil. Every member of a strange backwoods clan is born with a birthmark signifying a great deed they are fated do in their lives. Mayna...

The people we meet in our lives. They come, they go. Some stay for awhile, some stay forever. But, who is the only one truly to share your entire life with ???

Part one of a serial story I'm working on

CREATION BY COMMITTEE - A tongue in cheek look at human behavior.