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Prophecy - Soul of the Witch - Book 2
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Nichole has returned to Merril’s arms, but at what cost? Amy pushed her magic to the limit in a desperate attempt to heal her friend. In doing so, she encountered another—an entity who can twist its magic through her, and promises to find Amy.


A young woman near Toronto emerges from a trance. Her fire-magic twyned with another witch’s earth-magic to save a woman’s life. For Alyse, secrets kept from her for a lifetime begin to unravel as she learns of The Prophecy, and how it has shaped her entire life.


Near New Orleans, a bounty hunter agrees to hunt the Witches who brought The Prophecy to fulfillment. In Hell, the demon, Morago, awakens to the siren’s call of elemental magic.

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March 2016 Edition

Prophecy Excerpt:


     “Who is Amy?” Her voice tight with controlled anger. Her grandmother and her uncles exchanged uneasy glances, but Alyse kept her gaze locked on Chantal. Mémé had the answers.


      “Where did you hear that name, dear-heart?” Chantal asked with a cautious smile.


     All the lamps and fireplace flared for several seconds, and then returned to their former state.


     “I have a twin. Never mind where I heard her name, I should have heard it from you.” Alyse's words were darts, aimed at her grandmother. “I should have known her all my life.” Sabine and Anaïs yowled and ran from the room. Once again, flames flared, far too high for safety, and fire flickered between the fingers of Alyse's clenched fists.


     “Calm yourself, young lady!” Her grandmother gestured with her arm and doused every flame in the room with a thought.


     The room went dark, except the for the fire Alyse held in her fist. Even her powerful grandmother could not extinguish Alyse's flame. She raised her fist, opened her fingers, and bid the tiny flame on her palm to grow. It illuminated her face and reflected in her eyes.


     “I didn't know you were lying, because I never looked for lies from you—from any of you.” Her gaze passed over her uncles, then returned to Chantal and her voice lowered. “I trusted you. But make no mistake, I will truth read everything any of you tell me from now on. You know I can.” Alyse tossed her flame at the fireplace and it flared back to life, along with all the lamps in the room.


     Chantal turned away from Alyse and walked into the dining room. “Bernard, make us some tea. This is going to be a long night.” With unruffled elegance, she took a seat at the head of the table.

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