Title:
Witchling
Author: Ari Harper
Series: Curse of Kin
Genre: Young Adult Paranormal
Publisher: Lycaon Press
Release Date: November 30 2012
Blurb/Synopsis: Nera is a normal teenage girl living in Ireland, or so she
thought until she discovers the family secret.. Now her world is forever
changed.
Descended from a long line of witches, she discovers is the
one who has to stop the curse that has taken the life of every girl before her.
And if that isn't enough, she must learn to use magic from
the man called Bones. He is the son of Mari, Queen of the Witches...and a god.
It is Bones who has been entrusted to teach her the skills she needs to stay
alive, which wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have an uncanny knack for pushing
her buttons.
Can Nera succeed and resist the charms of the man who gets
under her skin at every opportunity?
Excerpt
"Witches did and still do exist. You know that wherever
there is good there must also be evil to balance it out." He paused, took
a deep breath, then continued. "That can take many forms, witches only
being one of them. Not all witches are evil obviously, but Edrith O'Reilly was
very evil. When Pria planned to elope with Edrith's youngest son, she placed a
curse on them. She cursed me, and she cursed her own son. I know this is a lot
to take in, Nera, but what I have told you is true. That is exactly what
happened."
"Come on, Jasper. You really don't expect me, us, to
believe this, do you?" It couldn't be true, yet parts of his story were
settling into my heart and mind already, as if the words had been waiting to
find a resting place within me.
"Yes, girl dear, I do," Jasper replied, gazing at
me. "How did your daughter die, Jasper?" Sully asked, obviously
remembering the other dream that I had constantly.
"Edrith slit her throat with a sword, Sully."
I felt the bile rise in my own throat and pressed my hand to
my mouth in an effort to stop it. Breathe, I told myself, just breathe. I
squeezed my eyes tight and fought for control. I could feel a hand on my knee,
and when I looked up, Jasper was kneeling on the floor in front of me, his gaze
full of pain.
"Was that the other dream you were having?" His
beautiful blue eyes were shadowed and troubled.
I nodded my head. The words stuck in my mind, the bile
forcing its way up my throat. I pushed past him and ran for the downstairs
bathroom in the hallway. I leaned over and retched into the bowl. I gripped
onto the sides to stop myself from collapsing to the floor. My knees had gone
weak, and cold sweat was running down my face. I couldn't control the shaking
and was past caring. Neither my body nor my mind could accept what I had heard.
It wasn't possible. How could it be that Jasper is 800 years old and I am
reliving his daughter's death on a nightly basis? No, it is not possible.
There was a light tap on the door, and Brie tiptoed in with
a damp cloth in her hands. Her mouth was set into a grim line. She watched me
as I struggled to stand and then handed me the cloth. I leaned against the
basin, unsteady on my feet. I wiped my face and hands and looked up at her, my
gaze searching her face for any trace of sympathy.
"I'm really going crazy, aren't I?" I hung my
head, suddenly not wanting to see the pity in her eyes.
"I don't think you are," she replied, her voice
gentle. She ran her hand down my arm before I pulled away. "I think what
Jasper is saying is true. Why don't you come back into the library and we can
discuss it more."
"You're kidding, right," I scoffed at her,
ignoring the shocked look on her face. "You don't seriously believe this
stuff. Does he look that old to you?" I leaned on the basin until the
ground stopped moving under my feet.
"No, he doesn't." Brie brushed her hair back from
her face and then licked her lips at the reflection in the mirror over my
shoulder. "But he said that was part of the curse, Nera. Just listen to
him before you decide you're crazy and he is lying."
"Whatever." I threw the cloth into the sink and
pushed past her out of the bathroom.
Jasper and Sully looked up when I stalked back into the
room. Brie followed me and hurried to sit with Sully on the couch. I opted to
stand beside the fireplace, my arms folded.
"I don't believe you," I said, knowing that with
the hitch in my voice I didn't sound convincing. I was acting like a petulant
bitch, but I couldn't help it. The way the day was shaping up called for my
worst side to come out and play and I really didn't care.
"Before you make up your mind, there's more,
Nera." He pursed his lips, then continued. "When there is a curse,
there is always a way out of that curse. Each third generation since that time
has had one female child that has the ability to break the spell. Not all have
had the faith in themselves or believed in me enough to do so. Maybe their
connection wasn't close enough," he shrugged. "I don't really know. But
you are third generation. You are stronger than any other female that has come
forward. Because of who you are, Nera, you are the one."
Jasper watched me closely while I tried to process the
information that he had given me. I nibbled on my bottom lip and pulled at my
hair. "What are you trying to tell me?" I asked him.
"When you were born, I knew who you were." A small
smile hovered on his lips. "You were born with a caul, a part of the
birthing membrane, on your head, and that makes you a Caulbearer, girl dear. In
the world of magic, this marks the child as unique and powerful, usually with
psychic gifts, like second sight and the ability to soul journey. But we can
talk about that later."
"Does that mean Nera is a witch?" Brie asked, her
eyes wide as she looked at me, her face lighting up.
"I guess that depends on your definition of a
witch," Jasper replied. "I believe there are people in this world who
have special abilities. Some call themselves witches, some don't. It's just the
way you perceive something, I suppose."
"So what does she have to do with the whole curse
thing, then?" Sully asked.
Jasper's gazed met mine before he answered. "She is the
one that can stop the curse and let me die."
"Are you crazy, Jasper? How can you even think I would
let you die?" I jumped to my feet, the horror of what he was saying
slamming into me. I paused for a breath, the fear gripping my chest like a vice
which made such a simple task difficult. It was too much for me. I turned and
fled to the kitchen and threw open the door to the garden. I gulped down a
breath of cool air and lurched over to a grassy patch and sank to the ground.
Hugo walked over to me and licked my hand before sitting down in front of me,
his soulful brown gaze on my face.
"Oh, Hugo, what is going on?" I cried, pushing my
face into his fur. Cradling his head in my arms for comfort, I leaned against
his huge body. I felt movement, and Brie and Sully sat down beside me. They
reached out and wrapped their arms around me. Most of what Jasper had told us
was hard to believe, but what if it was true? Parts of my brain screamed at me
that it was possible, but parts still balked at the idea of witches, gods, and
demons—especially so close to someone I loved.
"Do you believe what Jasper said?" Sully leaned forward.
He picked a blade of grass and ran it through his fingers before looking at me
again."Do you think it could be possible?"
"I really don't know." I sighed, rubbing the back
of my hand over my face. "It seems so farfetched."
"But it could be true." Brie leaned her chin on my
shoulder. "What if you really are what he says you are? I've always said
there was something special about you. Everyone thinks so, not just Sully and
me."
"Yeah, Connor thinks I'm special, so special he wants
to grope me every time he sees me," I scoffed.
"Stop being so pigheaded. You know you have something
that no one else has. Do you really think we would hang out with you if you
were normal?" Brie joked. Her smile faded quickly when I looked at her,
and she pulled away from me.
"I know you are trying to make me feel better, and I do
appreciate it, I really do. But if this is even halfway true… It's so much to
take in." Just pull yourself together, girl. This is getting you nowhere,
tears over, deal with it.
Author Bio
Ari Harper never
wanted to grow up.
To offset the limitations of growing old ungracefully, she
created her own set of unique worlds where she can be and do whatever she
wants. God, demons and witches surround Ari while she spins her magic, mainly
doing what they tell her to do. She likes to work amongst chaos when given a choice, which
is good because she is generally surrounded by children, all clamoring for
attention. Some of them end up in her stories, some of them even get to die
grisly deaths or be cast away to another realm. Her favorite pet is a big black Labrador, Hugo. He stars as
himself in the Curse of Kin series as Nera's faithful hound.
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