Butterfly Weed

"I'll ask again," the Scientist growls, the words graveled and catching on snakesfoot. The opal-hued tendrils of the downy blossoms shudder in tantalizing horror. "Have you the Sight?" Cecil indulges in a drawled laugh. "No," he then vows, the retort so sinfully low that it makes Carlos think of Hell. "I have the Voice." [Cecilos. Part of the "Resurrection Lily" series.]