Kiss the Witch by Dana Donovan

Author:Dana Donovan [Donovan, Dana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Usenet, detective mystery, paranormal mystery, witchcraft, Paranormal, detective, series, witch, witch detective, magic and mystery, paranormal detective, magic and crime, C429, Kat, Exratorrents
Publisher: Dana Donovan
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

TEN

Lilith and Ursula made a great dinner that night: baked lasagna, garlic bread and tossed salad with red wine. Of course, the lasagna came from the frozen foods aisle, the garlic bread from a poppin` fresh can and the salad from a plastic bag of ready-mix assorted veggies. And though the wine came in a box, it was crisp, bright and refreshing. Overall, a delicious meal.

Lilith set the mood by placing a dozen white candles about the room, all representing the purity of our new coven. The unusual thing about them was how the wicks burned blue with a white-hot tip on the flames. She said it was an indication that our unity was strong, as the flames fed off the aura of the coven. I have to admit, I could feel the energy around me like never before. I told her so, and when she touched me, a tiny spark shot from her fingertip to the back of my hand.

Ursula took care of the incense, blending a delicate mix or jasmine and cinnamon with a hint of musk for a natural outdoorsy scent, reminiscent of a summer’s night in a cool forest. Echoes of nature murmured in the background, the sounds lifting like whispers off the CD Lilith used in our coven ceremony.

After dinner, we retreated to the living room. There, we sipped more wine, toyed with some level one spells for the fun of it, and talked about the old days.

For me, of course, the old days were my rookie years, memories stretching back a mere forty years or so. Lilith’s memories reached back further. She recounted a time in the mid 1800`s when she helped a band of runaway slaves make safe passage along the underground railroad all the way to New Castle.

“They knew I was a witch,” she told us, laughing some, perhaps remembering the antics she played on them along the way. “And I know they were afraid of me.” Her smile waned and her gaze grew distant. “I was so much younger then,” she said. “Fifteen maybe. A real fifteen. I guess I didn’t truly understand what they were running from. Then at some point I realized, as afraid as they were of me, they were more afraid of their masters catching up with them. Can you imagine that?”

She looked at me, sorrow welling in her eyes. For the first time I understood what it meant to live a lifetime of do-over’s, what a second and third lifetime can do to a soul. I started to reach for her hand, but she shook it off like a pup shedding water from her coat.

“Wow,” she said. “Crazy stuff, huh?”

I smiled thinly. “Yeah. Crazy stuff.”

When I asked Ursula to share her thoughts about the old days, she simply lowered her head and gestured unease over the question. I watch her black bangs spill into her eyes and upon her face.

“I have no days of old,” she said softly. “Save for those long passed what seem recent to me now.

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