![]() I hated seeing Joan look okay with being burned alive. A crowd of people milled around her, their hands clasped in prayer, looking on with these fake sorrowful faces, as if they really wished they could do something but couldn’t be bothered. ![]() Instead of her armor she was dressed in a white linen shift with a bow at the neck, like what a little girl would wear to bed. But Joan looked different in that panel-her mouth closed, her hands bound before her, and her eyes looking up at heaven in this beatific way. The flames were made of these long shards of red and orange glass, and there were coils of smoke in black iron tracery all around her. When girls start experiencing strange tics and other mysterious symptoms at Colleens high school, her small town of Danvers, Massachusetts, falls victim to rumors that lead to full-blown panic, and only Colleen connects their fate to the ill-fated Salem Village, where another group of girls suffered from a similarly bizarre epidemic three centuries ago. My least favorite was the one of Joan burning at the stake. Both of the horse’s front legs were drawn up, as though about to rear, his eyes rolling back in his head. ![]() She held the reins in one hand and a spear in the other, and her mouth was open, urging all the troops behind her onward into battle. ![]() “My favorite was the one of her on horseback, dressed in armor, her hair streaming behind her. ![]()
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