Good Saturday Morning! I’m so excited. My second Snippet Saturday post is on one of my favorite topics – Magic! Who doesn’t love magic? There are so many magical things in our every day lives if only we stop the crazy pace and notice them. As adults we’re told to put aside our “childishness” and grasp only what we can know as absolute. What if magic is real? What if all children we’re all born with it? We see it in children’s imagination and play. What if, instead of being told to “grow up,” we had our inner magic fostered and we were encouraged to embrace it? Would we still be so ready to discard it? Would we have more artists and dancers and poets?
Today’s snippet is a sneak peak into “Flames of Love,” the second book in the Elemental series. Today we meet Aideen and Finn. Aideen is a powerful witch descended from a long line of witches. She and her cousins have been raised with magic in their everyday lives. They know its different and not something they talk to others about, but Finn isn’t just anyone to Aideen. Despite his Irish roots, he doesn’t believe in magic. When he can’t readily understand or accept the secret she shares, she believes she’s made a terrible mistake.
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The nerve of him!
She stomped her way deep into the woods where the eldest trees stood. The earth scorched with each step. The scent of the singed greenery beneath her was almost palpable but she didn’t notice.
He’d never given her a chance to explain, let alone offer an apology for his part! What did he expect?
She was oblivious to the sleek black wolf which stayed close on her heels. He would guard, guide, and protect. Even if it meant protecting her from herself.
Played him, had she? Aideen snickered at that thought. Tricked him like the evil sorceress?
Well, if that’s the best he’d had to think of her, she could make sure that it stuck. She reached the mouth of her grotto and stormed in. The ground and walls trembled as energy seeped out of every pore. The lupine hesitated only a moment before entering behind her and laying down across the entry way. His eyes trained on her.
How dare he do this to her! She’d been honest. Or, the bitterness soured her mouth, at least she’d tried to be. She’d tried to tell him just as Delia had suggested.
So much for her sister’s talk of honesty and justice.
Her arms flew out and a fire cracked to life in the small alcove that acted as her makeshift fireplace. The flames danced uncontrolled against the wall.
Where was her justice?
Another flick of her wrist had spears of energy coming off of her finger and shooting straight for the wall. She’d named it her wall of shame. A conglomeration of things she’d done, lessons learned. Ones she’d vowed never to repeat.
His name would be etched there. She’d use it to remind her of the worse mistake she’d ever made. Trusting him with her heart. Even as she tried to focus the wild energy and harness its piercing power, the wall remained smooth.
She’d failed such a simple task. It had been the first one she’d learned. No, she’d never been so inept, especially not here. Not before him.
Wasn’t it enough that he’d invaded her heart?
Her filthy oaths roared louder now as she tried again. The energy hit the stone wall, the air crackled and popped, but not even a mark appeared.
Fine! If the goddess wanted to have some fun, so she would. Aideen brought the flames of the fire in the alcove up so they almost touched the low-hanging rock that served as a ceiling in that area. Fire was energy’s purest form. She had more than enough to spare tonight. She picked up a piece of rose quartz that sat on the ground and hurled it through the flames. Just like he’d thrown her heart back at her.
She’d expected the quartz to turn into a molten river through the flames, but instead it only ricocheted off of the wall behind and landed squarely at her feet. The stone was completely unscathed except for an etching of the eternal Celtic Knot of Lovers. She picked it up and stared, stroking her finger over the engraving.
She held the stone close to her chest. She damned the gods and goddess as she sank to her knees and wept bitterly for the love that had not been offered. The first love she’d ever needed to have returned.
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