Fire And Shadow
Lily Evans Mystery Series
Lily Evans Mystery Series
Book 2
By Susan J McLeod
Genre:
Paranormal Suspense
Publisher:
Imajin Books
Date of Publication: October 10, 2012
ISBN:
1926997832
ASIN:
B009P8NWWG
Number of pages: 152
Cover Artist:
Ryan Doan
Book Description:
“When the dead need
to speak, she must listen…
Artist and Egyptologist Lily Evans struggles with her newly discovered psychic talents, while trying to get her life back to normal now that her mother is in a mental institution and the man Lily loves is far away in England. But "normal" is the last thing she finds.
When her best friend Katy takes her to a Celtic Faire, Lily meets a druid fortune-teller, who warns her that she can “never escape the Other.” Frightened and angry, Lily ignores his dire warning and stumbles across an eerie old portrait of a beautiful woman, who has something to tell her.
With the help of the enigmatic druid and his gifted friends, Lily embarks on a dangerous journey to unravel the mysteries of the portrait, the tarot card reader, an ancient book and whispers of witchcraft. She must discover the truth behind them all…or risk losing her very soul.
Artist and Egyptologist Lily Evans struggles with her newly discovered psychic talents, while trying to get her life back to normal now that her mother is in a mental institution and the man Lily loves is far away in England. But "normal" is the last thing she finds.
When her best friend Katy takes her to a Celtic Faire, Lily meets a druid fortune-teller, who warns her that she can “never escape the Other.” Frightened and angry, Lily ignores his dire warning and stumbles across an eerie old portrait of a beautiful woman, who has something to tell her.
With the help of the enigmatic druid and his gifted friends, Lily embarks on a dangerous journey to unravel the mysteries of the portrait, the tarot card reader, an ancient book and whispers of witchcraft. She must discover the truth behind them all…or risk losing her very soul.
They were coming for her.
She, who burned in the world like a
flame, whose beauty drew all men, whose knowledge was so powerful it had to be
buried.
How could such a life end in fire as
well?
She should have foreseen the danger,
yet she had depended on love and laughed in the face of hatred. She'd had time.
She'd had her position and her man and her power. The people could whisper and
cross themselves as she passed by, but did they not come to her for potions
still? Did they not seek help when their families or their animals ailed?
Hypocrites and cowards, all of them. Who would speak for her when the
unthinkable happened? Who would protect her in her own home? No one.
She was alone. Her husband was away
and could not fight for her. She could see the mob approaching the house. Their
malice was a palpable entity. The madness in their eyes told her she was
doomed. They broke down the door and burst in, Reverend Lacy leading them, quoting
scripture while his parishioners chanted and prayed. The loathsome figure of
Amos Woodbine wielded his heavy walking stick, his face twisted in triumph. For
a moment, rage overcame her fear.
"Lecherous dog! This is how you
treat your own family? I swear, you shall not long outlive this
abomination." She pointed an accusing finger at the crowd. "And the
rest of you— what courage, what character you possess. You bring a rabble
against one small woman? How proud you must be of your virtue."
Her dark eyes flashed and she tossed
her long, silky hair. More than one male heart stirred. But there could be no
stopping the mob now.
"Silence, witch! You have worked your
last evil upon this town." The reverend twitched with excitement. "I
consign thee to the depths of Hell."
At this signal, everyone threw their
torches to the floor. The wood quickly began to burn, aided by the oil in the
lamps. She glanced about wildly, seeking escape, but the cowards were blocking
the doors and windows from outside. Smoke began to fill the room. Although it
was becoming hard to breathe, she managed a last defiant shout. "Fools!
You cannot destroy me. I shall return."
The flames crept closer, hungry for
her flesh. She screamed with all her might. Then she crumpled, unconscious, to
the floor.
She awoke to darkness. She was but a
shadow now, lost in that dead world, yet not wholly alone. Sometimes she could
hear his voice— her husband's— and it brought both joy and anguish. The man she
had thought to spend eternity with, their love reduced to memories and
whispers.
"Rose? Where are you?" His
words were filled with longing and pain. "When shall I see you
again?" But she had no answer to comfort him.
Her only hope was the portrait— her
image on canvas, a gift from her husband. Into the painting had gone his love
and passion and a spark of the power between them, a spark of her soul. It had
been hidden carefully in the attic of the old mansion. The precious book that
was the repository of her knowledge was secure as well. She and Jacob had
buried it only days before, after that mad preacher had first visited their
house. The book had been almost complete, but they had sensed the animosity of
the town growing. It had been best to take every precaution to keep the family
safe while they made their final plans.
Alas, she had not believed the
townspeople would strike so quickly. Jacob had been hunting in the woods with
the wolf, and when he returned, he'd found their home a smoldering ruin. Before
he could even grasp what had happened, he was dead. Four shots from a
townsman's gun finished the murderous business of the day. But she would not
lose him. Somehow she would escape.
Her portrait was discovered
twenty-five years later by a new generation occupying the old Woodbine homestead.
Struck by its beauty, they hung it on the wall with their other pictures. All
were entranced by its magic, but only one had the power to understand it. Lara,
a sickly girl of eleven, gazed often into the dark, painted eyes. Rose reached
out and touched her mind, trying to tell her tale. For a time, it seemed that
Lara would help. Rose tried to give her strength, but the frail child succumbed
to illness, and the family moved away.
Rose's portrait was purchased by a
merchant and carried into the next town. Over countless years it passed from
owner to owner, until at last it returned to the blighted former home of
murderer Amos Woodbine, the identity of its subject long forgotten. But the
spell it cast had not lost its power.
The woman in charge of what was now
the Morrisville Museum was unnerved by the painting and loaned it to an art
gallery. Rose had waited for so long to find the right connection. Now she
could feel it.
Her time was coming.
Susan J.. Fire and Shadow (Kindle Locations 148-155). Imajin Books.
Susan Jane McLeod
has been writing since she was seven years old. At age eleven she won a
county-wide essay contest and her professional career was launched. By the time
she was nineteen, her poetry had appeared in several magazines, including American Girl and Seventeen. She also won an honorable mention in The Writer.
She grew up in
Rochester, New York, with three sisters and one brother. In her early thirties
she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer and given a 50-50 chance to live. After
two surgeries and chemotherapy, she is cancer free today.
She has worked at
several jobs ranging from a baby store to a research consultant, but her
favorite was managing a bookstore, surrounded by her passion: literature. She
is currently employed by a non-profit foundation that runs Zara’s Center, a
home for AIDS-impacted orphans in Zimbabwe.
Susan has published
several short stories and two novels. The first, Soul and Shadow, is an award-winning paranormal historical romance.
The second, Fire and Shadow, is
classified as paranormal suspense. Both books have been in Amazon Top 100
bestseller categories.
Thank you for having me Bridgette. I love the lavender color and the cool script you used!
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