The first book in my newest series (Hopewell Coven) releases on April 26th. I’m excited to share the Prologue with y’all today. Enjoy!!!
Witch Dance Prologue
Houston, Mississippi
Present Day
Bound and kneeling in the middle of the fiery circle, Starling Hopewell fought to calm her nerves. Impossible. Futile. Death was coming. She felt it. She knew it. She welcomed it. To the right of the blaze, her three aunts clung to one another, each of them wishing they could help their darling niece. On the other side, her grandmotherâThe Imperial Oneâstood with a smug grin tugging at her lips. In Starlingâs direct line of vision⌠her parents. They were the reason she was here, and surprisingly, her motivation to succeed. Though their definition of success and hers held two different meanings entirely.
âCall the water down, Starling. Focus on the oceans above and call it down. Just like we practiced,â her mother said, yet Starlingâs mind heard the fear in Lansing Hopewellâs heart. Iâm afraid she wonât survive this. My baby wonât survive. Why did I bring her into this world knowing what I know? Lansing glanced at Starlingâs father. Why did I love you? Why do I still? Our daughter will die for our love.
A flame caught the wind blowing scorched brush closer to Starling. Instinctively, she cried out as a spark hit her forearm.
âMother,â Lansing screamed, âdonât do this.â
âDonât do this?â Morganza Hopewellâs icy blue eyes glared at her second-born child. The one named as her successor. âI didnât do this, Lansing. You did. You and your husband. This is what happens when you fall in love with your charge. Itâs the price you pay. Half a witch.â
âTake me, Mother. I will take Starlingâs place.â
âLansing.â Payne Bennettâs arms wrapped around his wifeâs shoulders. âThis must be.â
Jerking around to face her husband, she pushed away from him. âOur daughter is about to die, Payne. And you say this must be.â
âYes, my love.â Payne couldnât explain it to his beloved even if he tried, but this was Starlingâs destiny⌠to be consumed in flames. She would not call the water down. âIt must.â
Morganza paced the edge of the circle, taunting Starling by flinging drops of water from her fingertips. âSo you think youâre a witch? Conjuring three elements makes you nothing more than what youâve always been⌠a half-breed. Starling, youâre unworthy of the Hopewell name.â
âMy father always said you were a heartless bitch, Morganza.â Payne glared at his mother-in-law.
âThe Mirro was always generous with compliments, and other dalliances, if I remember correctly. Pity heâs not here to see his granddaughter fail.â Lifting her hands upward toward the sky, Morganza whispered an incantation to the night. Thunder clouds swirled overhead. âIâve made it easy for you, Starling, because even if you are half Native, youâre still my granddaughter. All you have to do is pray for rain.â
Bowing her head, as if she were obeying Morganzaâs suggestion, Starling whispered her own chant, not in her grandmotherâs Celtic tongue, but her fatherâs Apacik language. “Un Apacik alhihat ishay, hoti un bahĂl kahl. The Apacik people will dance until the world ends. The Apacik people will danceâŚâ
Surrendering to her fate, Starling called out to Lansing over the now-raging fire. âIâm not afraid to die, Mom. Listen to my father. He knows.â
âNo, Starling. Donât give up. Focus on the oceans. You can do this, sweet girl. You can break through the firewall.â
The blaze reached Starlingâs feet, searing and blistering her skin. âI cannot call the water and air, nor can I summon the earth or fire this day. Imadoâsiâ, help me,â she whispered to her deceased grandfather. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the blackness, the pain. Death. Dancing. With one final breath, Starling Hopewell gave herself up to the flame.
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