The Jewish fantasy fiction series by Rivkah Raven and PunkTorah continues with chapters Shelakh Lekhah, Korach and Chukat. Click on the chapter titles to download and join the adventure!
“It is time, now, Raven,” he said. Mari pushed her chair back from the tea table and gathered herself to rise. She had already attached the menorah, which looked more like a small brass lantern, to the belt at her waist; she stowed the tiny silver ear-trumpet in the pouch that hung beside it. She had no idea how these things would help her, but it gave her heart to feel their weight.
Mari awoke all at once, abruptly, and with her temper in full ﬂare. She sat up quickly, her ﬁsts clenched, and said aloud, “Thatʼs enough.” She was rested, she had water now and a little bit of food, and she felt energy surging through her veins. She was thoroughly angry now. When she had been tired, still in shock from so many changes all at once, she had let herself crumple and fall prey to fear. Now, she felt it was time to make a change. She stood and stretched, moving her limbs to chase away the stiff, bruised feeling. She splashed her face with water, took a long drink from the ﬂask at her belt and reﬁlled it at the sink. Who knows when she would ﬁnd water again?
Mari awoke to a wet, heavy slap on her cheek. She tried to raise her head, but it was weighed down; she tried to move her legs, but her body was pressed with a cold weight that held her ﬁrmly. It was not uncomfortable, but she panicked. She wrestled her hands ﬂat under her shoulders, her elbows pointing up, and tried to raise her shoulders, pushing the back of her head up. It was completely dark, and the air was dank and thick. She could not remember where she was.