Welcome to the first Tuesday Travel post. Every Tuesday, I will be presenting an excerpt of Witch Raising: The Book of Fire.
About Witch Raising: The Book of Fire
Witch Raising is a new series with Brownie, the heroine of Demon Soul as the main character. This series is part of the House at the Crossing Series and follows Demon Soul and Demon and Fairy
but instead of being centered on the adventure of Sahel and his demon
friends, it follows Brownie as she goes from being a normal girl to a
bad ass witch. She has been practicing magick for a while now, saving
people from difficult situations but the people at the house, including
Sahel aren't happy with her new calling. Feeling that she doesn't have a
choice and has to keep learning witchcraft, Brownie leaves to meet
other witches.
The excerpt, we start where we left off last week
She turned out the water, this shower wasn't as relaxing as she had hoped it would be. Despite all that had happened with Kallisto and the strange dream of the previous night, she was just back where she had been weeks ago, with the thoughts turning in her head, controlling her instead of her controlling them. It had to stop, even if that meant going away from Sahel.
Her clothes were cold on her skin as she passed them on but they provided no new strange sensation. She felt pretty good about that, maybe it had all been just her imagination or not having water or food for three days. She didn't remember ever sleeping that long. She would have to find new way to control her magic for it not to happen again. She hadn't even heard Sahel entering her room, she didn't know how she ended up in her pajama. That was pretty dangerous, being knocked out for so long, anything could have happened if some weird demon had decided to come over.
She could see Sahel's point, she understand why he was worried but it was either that or Kallisto and her stupid boyfriend would both be dead. She wasn't ready to lose a sister just now, or anyone she knew. Not after Kion had died. She hadn't known him much but nobody deserved to die that way, that young, so... She gathered up her courage and opened the door, time for breakfast.
There was nobody in the kitchen and the clock marked half past one in the afternoon, way to go about breakfast.
Sahel was sitting at the table in from of a glass of ginger ale. Brownie didn't say anything as she moved to the closet and grabbed some bread to toast.
“I didn't know what you would like to eat, it's pretty late already, we even finished lunch,” he said.
“I can see that,” Brownie said. You could have asked, she wanted to add but decided not to throw oil on the fire.
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