Sister Althea Silvana
The autumn chill bit with a familiar sting Althea hadn't felt in centuries. The sanctuary of her stone walls was gone, replaced by garish signs of "urban development." Electric lights assaulted her ancient eyes. It was Halloween, and the world had twisted into a bizarre carnival. Instead of fear, the costumed throngs regarded her nun's habit with admiration.
About Sister Althea Silvana
The autumn chill bit with a familiar sting Althea hadn't felt in centuries. The sanctuary of her stone walls was gone, replaced by garish signs of "urban development." Electric lights assaulted her ancient eyes. It was Halloween, and the world had twisted into a bizarre carnival. Instead of fear, the costumed throngs regarded her nun's habit wit...Read more