Magic Spark by Sara Dobie Bauer & Em Shotwell & Wendy Sparrow

Author:Sara Dobie Bauer & Em Shotwell & Wendy Sparrow [Bauer, Sara Dobie & Shotwell, Em & Sparrow, Wendy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781988233277
Google: xEFiswEACAAJ
Amazon: B0776ZP5ZX
Goodreads: 35896097
Publisher: Pen and Kink Publishing
Published: 2017-12-27T05:37:54+00:00

Chapter Five

Marchland stood near the small hole, her fingers clasped around the wooden handle of the shovel, while I squatted on the damp grass and placed the jar into the Earth. The jar held precise amounts of be-spelled herbs burned with the flame of a passion candle. There was tree-sap mixed with red wax and smoke and even the heart of a frog.

The frog heart had been a brief snag—but I’d worked up my nerve. I’d wielded the knife and carved out the organ from an already dead animal we’d bought off a Cajun man near the lake who sold them out the back of his truck to cooks and restaurant owners. As I drove the razor point of the sacrificial knife into the soft flesh of the amphibian’s underbelly, Granny’s words echoed through my mind Balance must be kept above all things. Lives need lives. Blood needs blood. Love needs love. This is the one constant in magic.

I had felt Marchland’s gaze on my back as I plucked the grape-sized organ and held it between my thumb and index finger, frog juice and blood leaking down my hand. She was a vegetarian and I knew the frog’s death had worn on her as badly as the idea of giving away an hour of life. I met her eye and twisted my mouth into an evil grin. “Easy peasy.” I dropped the tiny muscle into the jar. Marchland’s skin had turned faintly green.

The yard was pitch black except for the white divined candle that Bradley held close to her chest and quiet but for the buzz of mosquitoes and the mating call of a bullfrog hidden somewhere in the nearby Sweet Olive bushes. That frog didn’t realize how lucky he was.

I placed my hands on the jar lid and threw back my head.

Bradley pensively held the candle out, letting its soft light wash over me. “I hope this works,” she mumbled.

My sister kept glancing into the dark sky. I knew she was nervous. The spell was supposed to be performed under the cycle of the waxing crescent. For a seasoned witch, the engulfing power of the full moon would also suffice—though using it for a love spell would be like taking a Maserati through a school zone—its power wasted for such a menial task.

“The dark moon is dangerous.” These words had become Bradley’s mantra. She repeated them every thirty minutes aloud to no one in particular. “Its cycle is not suited for love.” I ignored her even though I’d heard her whisper to March that she was afraid something dark and nasty would seep into our unsure magic.

We’d cobbled together the idea of using divined candle light in place of the missing moonbeams—though we had no real reason to believe this would work. It was Bradley’s idea, and as long as she helped to seal the spell, I was willing to try any of her suggestions.

Marchland pulled a folded paper from a pocket hidden among the pleats of her tie-dyed linen skirt and curled her bare toes into the soft grass.

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