Chapter 9Blue Ghosts
June 5, 2259, Sunday night
Quentin saw them first. The blue ghost fireflies came off the trees on the far side of Dancing Meadow. Streaks of bluish-white light in the black shadows moving in their direction. He touched John-Caleb’s arm and pointed.
“The little spirits of the forest,” Coral murmured. “They were rare before the Arrival, there were only a few colonies left here in the Southern Appalachians. Not rare anymore, and there’s lots of deep, moist, leaf litter on the forest floor for them.”
“How do you know this?” John-Caleb asked, staring at the approaching streaks of bluish-white light. “We’re just now finding and restoring some of the lost historical and scientific data.”
“In the Oral History. When the escaping Wiccans and witches came to Alarka and other
