glass for another sip. “Where did you get it?”
“ Lost in Time , a little specialty place outside of town on the 9N.”
“Ironic, and perfect. I’ll be able to grab a bottle on my way to the Hardy’s tomorrow.”
Kit’s glass shattered in her hand.
Trin jumped. “Jesus! Are you okay?”
Kit shook her hand out over the sink, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine,” she stated, wrapping a towel around the thin stream of blood running down the side of her palm.
Trin cleaned up the wine and broken shards littering the floor, then looked up to find Kit watching her like a hawk.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry I’ve ruined our night. I’m going to go tend to this then head to bed.”
“Just let me,” Trin said as she reached for Kit’s bleeding hand.
Kit pulled away. “You know I can heal myself. I don’t need your help.”
Trin frowned and crossed her arms. What the hell is wrong with her? Kit had always been somewhat petulant and stubborn, but lately, she was bordering on downright rude. Leaving her be, Trin eased onto the couch and watched the fire dance as she enjoyed the rest of her wine. Her mind wandered back to a time when she was able to use her healing gifts freely within their home.
IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS
1686
Karina, keep close watch on your sisters while I’m gone. I should be back in half the day.”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Girls, if you’re good for Karina I may have a surprise for you when I return.”
Kara and Kenna squealed with excitement and started running around the kitchen, sweeping and cleaning to prove their worth. They obviously wanted their surprise.
With the house tidy and the worsh hung on the line, Karina settled the girls at the table and dug out their spellbooks. Now that they had been blessed as witches, their mother encouraged them each to create their own book of shadows, as it was meant to be.
“Let’s work on a spell that gets rid of all the dust in the house,” little Kenna suggested.
“No, Kenna. You cannot use magic to take away your chores. Sweeping and dusting are tasks that ground you to this world. Be grateful you have a home to clean.”
Kenna smiled and nodded at her big sister’s wise words.
“We could work on controlling water, since we’ve already mastered fire,” Kara offered.
“Yes, we could, for that is an important skill. Why don’t you two gather the scrying bowl and start with that,” Karina instructed.
“What are you going to do?” Kara asked.
“I feel the need to hone my healing skills this day.”
Karina moved to their work area in the back room next to the kitchen and began to pull herbs from the cabinet. Arrowroot for cleansing, healing, and purification, birch shavings to remove negative energy and hexes, and evening primrose for healing and protection. Using the pestle and mortar she ground the herbs, setting them to steep over the fire then passed a beeswax candle through the vapor being produced. Setting her ingredients aside, she put ink to her book and notated the spell that was flowing into her mind.
Illness from an unnatural place, be gone from this person, leave in grace. Cleansed and healed you are anew, blessed by the Goddess, through and through.
As Karina returned the ink and quill back to the work cabinet, Kara and Kenna gasped.
“What is it?” Karina asked.
“Mama. There’s something wrong with Mama,” Kara exclaimed as Kenna started to cry.
Just then the door flew open and their mother struggled to cross the threshold, collapsing as she did.
“Mama!” Karina exclaimed.
Karina and Kara helped their mother into the parlor, while Kenna gathered the spilled items from her basket.
“What’s wrong with her?” Kara begged.
“I’m not sure yet. Give me room.” Karina took a deep breath, then placed her hands on her mother’s head and heart. Drawing on her magic, Karina focused within her mother and felt a deep seeded wrongness. Whatever was causing their mother to be in this
“ Lost in Time , a little specialty place outside of town on the 9N.”
“Ironic, and perfect. I’ll be able to grab a bottle on my way to the Hardy’s tomorrow.”
Kit’s glass shattered in her hand.
Trin jumped. “Jesus! Are you okay?”
Kit shook her hand out over the sink, taking a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine,” she stated, wrapping a towel around the thin stream of blood running down the side of her palm.
Trin cleaned up the wine and broken shards littering the floor, then looked up to find Kit watching her like a hawk.
“What?”
“Nothing. I’m sorry I’ve ruined our night. I’m going to go tend to this then head to bed.”
“Just let me,” Trin said as she reached for Kit’s bleeding hand.
Kit pulled away. “You know I can heal myself. I don’t need your help.”
Trin frowned and crossed her arms. What the hell is wrong with her? Kit had always been somewhat petulant and stubborn, but lately, she was bordering on downright rude. Leaving her be, Trin eased onto the couch and watched the fire dance as she enjoyed the rest of her wine. Her mind wandered back to a time when she was able to use her healing gifts freely within their home.
IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS
1686
Karina, keep close watch on your sisters while I’m gone. I should be back in half the day.”
“Yes, Mama.”
“Girls, if you’re good for Karina I may have a surprise for you when I return.”
Kara and Kenna squealed with excitement and started running around the kitchen, sweeping and cleaning to prove their worth. They obviously wanted their surprise.
With the house tidy and the worsh hung on the line, Karina settled the girls at the table and dug out their spellbooks. Now that they had been blessed as witches, their mother encouraged them each to create their own book of shadows, as it was meant to be.
“Let’s work on a spell that gets rid of all the dust in the house,” little Kenna suggested.
“No, Kenna. You cannot use magic to take away your chores. Sweeping and dusting are tasks that ground you to this world. Be grateful you have a home to clean.”
Kenna smiled and nodded at her big sister’s wise words.
“We could work on controlling water, since we’ve already mastered fire,” Kara offered.
“Yes, we could, for that is an important skill. Why don’t you two gather the scrying bowl and start with that,” Karina instructed.
“What are you going to do?” Kara asked.
“I feel the need to hone my healing skills this day.”
Karina moved to their work area in the back room next to the kitchen and began to pull herbs from the cabinet. Arrowroot for cleansing, healing, and purification, birch shavings to remove negative energy and hexes, and evening primrose for healing and protection. Using the pestle and mortar she ground the herbs, setting them to steep over the fire then passed a beeswax candle through the vapor being produced. Setting her ingredients aside, she put ink to her book and notated the spell that was flowing into her mind.
Illness from an unnatural place, be gone from this person, leave in grace. Cleansed and healed you are anew, blessed by the Goddess, through and through.
As Karina returned the ink and quill back to the work cabinet, Kara and Kenna gasped.
“What is it?” Karina asked.
“Mama. There’s something wrong with Mama,” Kara exclaimed as Kenna started to cry.
Just then the door flew open and their mother struggled to cross the threshold, collapsing as she did.
“Mama!” Karina exclaimed.
Karina and Kara helped their mother into the parlor, while Kenna gathered the spilled items from her basket.
“What’s wrong with her?” Kara begged.
“I’m not sure yet. Give me room.” Karina took a deep breath, then placed her hands on her mother’s head and heart. Drawing on her magic, Karina focused within her mother and felt a deep seeded wrongness. Whatever was causing their mother to be in this
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