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Old women talk about old things: history, myth, magic and their
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Friday, November 7, 2014

BLACK MAGIC - An excerpt

(Published by surprise--but here it is while I run around like crazy, playing internet catch-up!)

           Goran turned and found himself standing on a high rock shelf above a hollow filled with thorns. He saw the eyes, gazing out at him. Glowing bright living eyes, like green fire! He’d only thought of the Great Boar, the eyes in the thicket down in the oak woods—and suddenly, he was there.

            I thought you might be here.

            And so I am, Great One.

            What is it about that particular rock, Held, that you like so much?

            Wanting to make some sort of an answer, Goran gazed down at his feet and then rather wished he hadn’t. It was shocking to see what they had become, legs ending in the talons of a bird of prey. The rock below was ordinary granite, dotted with a few white flecks of marble.
            As he did so, a little puzzled, a buzzing rush of energy blasted into his feet.

            Ah! This rock is an excellent place, full of power!


~ Juliet Waldron ~
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