The Witch Awakening (The Landers Saga Book 1)
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Author(s)Karen Nilsen
ISBN / ASINB003DQNVMW
ISBN-13978B003DQNVM9
Sales Rank99,999,999
MarketplaceUnited States 🇺🇸
Description
Book 1 of the Landers Saga
The odor of burning flesh and the screams of those condemned to the flames disturb the dreams of young Safire of Long Marsh. Safire struggles to keep the curse of her psychic abilities secret, lest she be burned at the stake as a witch in her native land Cormalen. Forced to keep her talents hidden instead of learning how to use them, Safire is ill-prepared to face the evil that awaits her. When she meets the rebellious Merius of Landers, a nobleman determined to escape his overbearing father's influence, she finally finds someone who accepts her. But their romance interferes with court plots and family duty and ultimately leads Safire to confront the dark secrets of the House of Landers alone. What she finds there proves to be a test of her unusual gifts, a test that could free the soul of a haunted man--or end in her death.
From Chapter 20 of Witch Awakening--
. . . I grabbed the back of a chair to steady myself, but the chair began to jerk about violently, drumming against the floorboards.
Instantly, Safire was up and across the chamber. She rested her hand on my arm, her touch cool. "Shh, it's all right."
I snatched my arm from her grasp. "How dare you touch me?"
She grabbed my other arm with both hands. "Damn witch!" I swore and raised my palm to slap her away, but then I froze, my hand in midair. A strange sensation was running up my arm from her hands, a tingling warmth that moved through the veins to my heart and then to the rest of my body. All my muscles loosened, as if I'd just had several shots of the best whiskey, and the shaking stopped.
"What the hell?" I muttered. "What in God’s good name was that?"
"Shh. It's all right." She looked up at me, her grip on my arm slackening. Her eyes were clear and bright as green glass, her voice low and soothing. I found myself staring down at her as if in a trance. What sort of pact had Merius made with the devil for this creature?
"You've cursed me," I said flatly, though the words seemed to be another's, not mine . . .
The odor of burning flesh and the screams of those condemned to the flames disturb the dreams of young Safire of Long Marsh. Safire struggles to keep the curse of her psychic abilities secret, lest she be burned at the stake as a witch in her native land Cormalen. Forced to keep her talents hidden instead of learning how to use them, Safire is ill-prepared to face the evil that awaits her. When she meets the rebellious Merius of Landers, a nobleman determined to escape his overbearing father's influence, she finally finds someone who accepts her. But their romance interferes with court plots and family duty and ultimately leads Safire to confront the dark secrets of the House of Landers alone. What she finds there proves to be a test of her unusual gifts, a test that could free the soul of a haunted man--or end in her death.
From Chapter 20 of Witch Awakening--
. . . I grabbed the back of a chair to steady myself, but the chair began to jerk about violently, drumming against the floorboards.
Instantly, Safire was up and across the chamber. She rested her hand on my arm, her touch cool. "Shh, it's all right."
I snatched my arm from her grasp. "How dare you touch me?"
She grabbed my other arm with both hands. "Damn witch!" I swore and raised my palm to slap her away, but then I froze, my hand in midair. A strange sensation was running up my arm from her hands, a tingling warmth that moved through the veins to my heart and then to the rest of my body. All my muscles loosened, as if I'd just had several shots of the best whiskey, and the shaking stopped.
"What the hell?" I muttered. "What in God’s good name was that?"
"Shh. It's all right." She looked up at me, her grip on my arm slackening. Her eyes were clear and bright as green glass, her voice low and soothing. I found myself staring down at her as if in a trance. What sort of pact had Merius made with the devil for this creature?
"You've cursed me," I said flatly, though the words seemed to be another's, not mine . . .
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