When she spoke for the gods, she was able to still see and feel and think, but her words and actions were not her own. They were just snug enough to keep them from falling off. XXX All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. If you were located somewhere high above the crowd and watched Olivia’s slow progress through the packed throng, you might think that she was a magical, mystical being of some sort. Olivia could feel herself being guided to her prophetess position. She was still head down as though falling, but all movement seemed to have stopped. People watched in amazement as the strange withered posts which dotted the landscape suddenly put forth leaves and new branches.
