The Witch by Fred Anderson

Author:Fred Anderson [Anderson, Fred]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-23T16:00:00+00:00

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The witch stood on the front porch, clutching the Grimorium Verum against her chest to keep it dry, her heart hammering as she struggled to catch her breath. At her age and size, getting up off the floor after she had destroyed the girl’s phone was more than a small effort. For now. She pressed her palm to the door she had just closed and said, “Tergora inpenetrabiles.”

Power surged from the book, coursing through her body and down her vibrating arm. Blue fire crackled between door and frame, sealing the entry more securely than could any lock. God, how she loved the feeling! I am but Your vessel. As she withdrew her hand, she realized there was blood on it, a dash of bright red against the gray of her flesh. The girl’s, not her own. She wiped it absently on her nightgown, one more smear among many.

Down the steps and through the rain to the car, the wind snapping the thin cloth around her. Oblivious of her appearance, because He saw her as her real self, young and beautiful and as ripe as a peach in summer, ready to be plucked. She hugged the book even more tightly to her breast, relishing its chill. Once seated behind the wheel, she put it in her lap, trembling at His nearness to her private parts, and as the car backed out of the driveway she imagined His forked tongue sliding between her legs, parting her sex to taste her, as He had done in many fevered dreams since she found Him.

As he would do, once the bargain was fulfilled.

Just beyond the first curve, she came upon a massive downed hickory tree lying across the road. Ropy vines of poison ivy twined along the thick trunk, the shiny green leaves beginning to turn red from the cool weather. The yellow crown towered forty or more feet into the air, and the upturned root ball at the base was the size of a garden shed. She stopped the car and spoke the word of expulsion she had used on the girl, marveling when the tree rose from the ground, dribbling rocks and rainwater and great clods of clay. It flung itself down the side of the hill in a cacophony of snapping branches and rustling leaves. So much power! And a hundredfold more once the offering is made. So she had been told, and so she believed. He would never lie to her, because He had chosen her.

The car rolled through the debris littering the road, picking up speed. Had it only been six weeks since she saw the flea market ad in the newspaper? How things had changed! For nearly thirty years she had mourned the loss of Sammy, searching for some way to pierce the veil, to find him and tell him how much she loved him and missed him. To make sure he knew he would always be her baby, even in death. So much time spent in her all-consuming

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