Sands of Time by Christine Church

Author:Christine Church [Church, Christine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Historical, Paranormal & Urban, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B01CZINV2I
Publisher: Grey Horse Press
Published: 2016-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

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"The Ghost Witch of Paisley Wood"

Well into the late 20th century in Scotland, the following entries were discovered not far from Paisley. Once again, these documents were found by civilians during routine renovations. They were turned in to preservation societies and eventually found their way to the Smithsonian to join the others.

I have written nothing in over three hundred years. But what I have recently discovered cannot go without documentation. I do believe Yin has somehow come up with his version of a 'cure' for what he considers a disease—the disease of our kind, of allowing us to reproduce the only way possible.

The year is now 1697. I have not found Yin himself and have heard nothing of him for all this time, but I met a man who had been 'turned,' for lack of a better term, into what Yin always referred to as an 'aberration.' This man, however, is anything but so.

For so long I have lived in secret, moving from place to place in order to escape my past, to keep out of sight, preventing my whereabouts from detection. Yes, I needed Yin dead, but in my emotionally compromised state I could not have won against him. However, our kind is long lived and patient. One day, I knew, the opportunity would present itself.

In the meantime, I moved from England to France, then to Romania, and other areas within my range. In the late 15th century, I voyaged to a new world. The Italian, Cristoforo Colombo, was on mission to find a new trade route to Japan through the Indies. As it turns out, he was sadly dreadful at navigation and we landed within a different place altogether.

I remained in that world for quite some time, as it was so well hidden from everything I had ever known. Yin would not find me in such an untamed locale. I would return to find him later, when I was ready.

I chose to avoid the natives of that place, as they seemed less than pleased to accept strangers on their land. I remained well hidden within sunless shelter during the day, having watched how these peoples made their pointed dwellings, which reminded me a bit of the pyramids from home, which kept us safe during the scorching daylight hours.

Eventually, however, I was ready to return to the old world. I charmed the Captain of a ship and was off towards my home once more. I returned to England, but nothing there brought me anything but heartache, so I headed north to Scotland.

At one time, being a guest in the homes of nobility was commonplace for me. And if I had still held position I would have invited myself into the world of Mary Stuart. But, high society no longer intrigued me. I remained as a shadow for over 150 years.

I finally settled outside a small village called Paisley in Renfrewshire away from political influences and the conflicts of Scotland, England and France.

I moved into a diminutive cottage long abandoned,

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