Initiation
Pagan
Eyes
Book
1
Rayna
Noire
Genre: Paranormal Time Travel
YA/NA
Publisher: Sleeping Dragon
ISBN: 978-0615915807
ISBN: 0615915809
Number of pages: 208
Word Count: 68,528
Cover Artist: Dawne Dominique
Book Description:
Leah Carpenter thought being the
only witch in her local high school was hard. That was until she inexplicably
found herself in the past running from an angry mob, which turned out to be
much harder. Lionel, the man in charge of the mob, holds a grudge against a girl
he calls Arabella. He thinks she’s Arabella.
Luckily, just about the time it
looks as if she’s done for she pops back into her century. This causes trouble
at school, but at least she has an understanding family. What happens in the
past can hurt her. The whiplashes covering her body are proof enough. Her Nana
believes she has to right a wrong in the past to stay in the present and go out
with her crush, Dylan. What she discovers in the past is an evil so pure that
it makes her blood run cold. She might not ever make it back for geometry class
or more importantly a possible date with Dylan.
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The
smell struck her first. The acrid, smelly odor reminded her of her fourth-grade
field trip to a pioneer village. The candle maker had intrigued her by dipping
wicks in what she had assumed was wax until the woman explained it was made of
animal fat from butchered animals. That’s what it smelled like, along with the
campfire aroma of burning wood.
In
the misty night sky, a clouded crescent moon shed meager light on the
surroundings. Turning slowly she examined the primitive thatched hut behind
her. In the small front garden, a split log supported by two stumps served as a
bench. An oaken bucket sat by a door that flew open. An elderly woman hobbled
out, dressed in a black cloak. The woman reminded Leah of her grandmother, but
instead of a look of fierce determination, terror pulled her face into an
anxious mask. Reaching Leah, she tugged on her clothes, pushing her toward the
woods. “Flee, flee, they come. Smell the torches.” The woman pointed to a path
winding toward the east.
A
dim glow was coming from that direction, along with the sounds of voices and
snapping branches as dozens of feet marched in their direction. An overwhelming
desire to run after the unknown woman came over her. Another part of her wanted
to see who was coming down the path. It was only a dream, right?
People couldn’t be hurt in a dream, or could
they? She struggled to remember what her psychology teacher, Mr. Schaeffer, had
said. He’d said either people couldn’t be hurt by their fears or your fears
could kill you by bringing on cardiac arrest.
A
few men came into view, burly men garbed in shapeless garments, with wild hair
and ragged beards. Held high the flickering torches illuminated a small circle
around them. One held a curved knife, reminiscent of the scythe the Grim Reaper
carried. It didn’t bode well. One of the men spotted her, yelled, “Witch!” and
charged her way. It was a definite bad sign, causing her to sprint toward the
woods in the same direction as the old woman. Sticks, rocks, and briars pierced
her feet, reminding her of her shoeless state. At home, she excelled in
cross-country, but she had shoes, sunlight, and a feel for the course with no
angry villagers behind her. The running men drew closer. Leah stumbled over a
tree root, wasting precious time.
“Here,
over here.” The voice came from overhead. Staring up into the canopy of leaves,
she saw a small hand motioning to her. Of course, hide in the trees. Why didn’t
she think of that? Grabbing the lowest limb, she pulled herself into the leafy
covering. In the dark, she felt for the branches, climbing higher. Eventually
she grabbed an ankle or calf, and received a hand up for her trouble, helping
her climb higher.
Good
Goddess, how many people were in this tree? She held her breath as the light
and noise came closer. The few men below argued about which way to go, while a
woman waded in with her opinion. “Samuel, let the witch get away. Mayhap he
uses the witch for his own purposes.”
One
of the front-runners denied the accusations. “Martha seeks to harm my name,
because I did not plight my troth with her.”
The
argument moved on a little farther away from the tree. Leah exhaled in a
whoosh, thanking the stars for the scorned woman and lack of dogs. As if
hearing her silent prayer, a long canine bay rent the air.
About
the Author:
Rayna Noire is an author and a
historian. The desire to uncover the truth behind the original fear of witches
led her to the surprising discovery that people believed in magick in some form
up to 150 years ago. A world that believed the impossible could happen and
often did must have been amazing. With this in mind, Ms. Noire taps into this
dimension, shapes it into stories about Pagan families who really aren’t that
different from most people. They do go on the occasional time travel adventures
and magick happens.
Thanks for hosting me. I would love to send you a free book. Specify your format. raynanoire@juno.com
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