The Witch: Book Two of The Sorceress Saga Taliesin Govannon (best free ereader .txt) 📖

I love you,” she said, “and I dream of the day that you remember that you love me back.”

                I then saw a rapid series of images, memories from the next few years. I saw the land grow rich in crops, as well as the house grow bigger and more ornate. I then saw myself naked, in her arms, night after night until I was old and she forever young.

                The scene faded, and I opened my eyes.  Hatsu looked serene as she sat there, drinking tea, and looking at me.

                “Shit.” was all I could muster.

Chapter Twelve

                From the Diaries of Angelique Dupre

                06/13/1589

                Roanoke Colony

                I think I should have insisted on young Sarah experiencing the pleasures of the flesh before she came into her power. The libido is almost always kicked into overdrive by the change, and it’s difficult to keep her mind on her studies. If she had a frame of reference, I could induce erotic visions to cause her body to release.

                Damn this obscene cult of virginity!

                Perhaps I can find the son of a native mystic to satiate her appetites. They would have a built-up tolerance of magick to survive the experience… if we didn’t push it. Once she comes to understand and know the pleasures of the flesh, I will be able to induce visions to satisfy her sexual hunger. Untrained human men won’t be able to handle her until the settling is over.

                If only she enjoyed a woman’s company, it would improve both of our lives!

                She has mentioned how attractive Matthew is, even if he IS a bastard towards her. If he were here, I might just tell her to fuck him dead… I detest bullies.

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                I hit the trail, sated but not satisfied. Vincent’s only one vampire I thought.  He can’t help it if I’ve become the nympho-witch of the west.

                There was a time when sex with Vincent would leave me grinning and languidly satisfied. Now I felt like chasing him as he left the room!

                Maybe surrendering to my history with Angelique wouldn’t be such a bad thing. Maybe they could tag-team me to keep me from humping the banisters!

                I focused on the glowing forest as I made my way along the trail. The sunrise was still hours away, and the forest was brimming with green energy.

                The winter Solstice is drawing near I thought. I should talk to Raina about doing a rite in the forest. I mean, Hawaii’s fine and all, but I want snow for Solstice.

                I glanced to the side and saw a field mouse, its sides moving slowly with each breath. I slowed, and saw that it was dying of injuries from a local cat. I waved my hand, and it glowed briefly before jumping up and scurrying away.

                I need to check with Starr, whenever he gets back. He had left for parts unknown when we went to the Twilight Fae realms and had yet to return.  He was activating his transponder at regular intervals, though, so we knew that he was still alive.

                He’ll be able to talk to the neighborhood cats my thoughts continued. One of them either needs to kill or get another hobby… there’s no need to leave the critters to die slowly!

                I stopped for a moment to breathe in the early morning air. I still felt horny, but I also felt something else.

                I felt connected.

                I looked to my left and saw movement.  I looked closer and saw a familiar face.

                Penelope!

                I was used to just seeing her in my dreams and visions. I wasn’t used to seeing her while awake.

                Maybe this IS a dream, and I’m still passed out in the meditation room from two nights ago. Maybe the weed was THAT good.

                “No,” she said, “it’s not the weed. I’m really here.”

                “You could hear that?” I asked, shocked.

                “Annabelle, you connected with the very life energy of the planet just a few seconds ago.” Penelope replied, hands on her hips. “Do you think that your thoughts only run in your head in that state?”

                “You have a point.” I shrugged.

                I looked closer.  She wasn’t all of the way there, but looked to be more of a shaded outline of the spirit Angelique called Petronia, and I called Penelope. She smiled, however, and I could see the sparkle in her eyes.

                “I’m actually always with you,” she continued, “but existing just outside of your normal perception. As you can see more and more, we can interact while you’re awake.”

                “Can Angelique see you?” I asked. “I know she’d like to.”

                Her smile turned sad. “I’m afraid that creatures such as she have a very hard time seeing the energy of the earth like this.”

                “Bummer.” I replied.

                We walked down the forest path for a bit. It’s not the gray, featureless plain, at least.

                “Your power is growing at a good pace.” Penelope said. “You seem mostly at peace.”

                “Well,” I said, grinning ironically, “I’ve got ninety-nine problems, but runaway mystical Sorceress energy ain’t one.”

                “I’m surprised you’re as troubled about Angelique as you are.” she said. “It’s not like she’s demanding… “

                “Uh, you’re not saying anything new.” I cut her off, my hand raised. “You’re jamming to Raina’s greatest hits right now, but jamming on the problem isn’t something I feel up to just yet.”

                “Okay.” she shrugged.  “Want to know what I know about your mysterious foe?”

                “That would have been something to lead with, actually.” I replied impatiently.

                “It’s not what I know, but what I don’t that should concern you.” she said. “Whoever this is, they’re not using Earth energy in their magick.”

                This sounds bad I thought. “That sounds bad.” I said. “What does it mean?”

                “It means that whoever is doing this has major mojo." she replied, her eyes wide. "Free-floating magick, unconnected to a source, is one of the