As I mentioned to one of my fans I’m a busy girl. Oh, and now a member of the ACLU. Yes, I went to a mixer presented by them last night and paid my dues when I got home. So I’ll have my card by the end of April and head towards my birthday as a first-time member. Yay me! And tonight I’m hanging with people from Planned Parenthood, so the struggle continues.
The novel continues, albeit a bit slower, because The Resistance is important at the moment. But I’m getting there five hundred or so words at a time, so keep watching this space ’cause my kids are coming.
And speaking of that, one of them has moved into a spooky place…
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
the ground floor was gloomy the first floor of the Witch House was bathed almost entirely in darkness. The light sources here were few and emitted only the dimmest light and Annie half expected to step into the T intersection a few meters ahead and find the hallway lined with lit torches. But she didn’t need torches, for down the hall, second door on the right, a faint light came from inside a room. It was possible this was another test, but in reality she believed Helena was waiting for her there.
As Annie suspected Helena stood in the middle of the semi dark room. There was a small light source in the far left-hand corner offering the only illumination. Helen stood alongside a circular table maybe two and a half meters across round which were placed three chairs. The head sorceress smiled as her pupil into the room. “I see you made it past the enchantment.”
“I required some direction from Sabrina.” Annie looked about the room as she allowed her eyes to adjust. “Your message didn’t indicate what we are going to cover tonight. Are we going to do something with Shadow Disciplines?” Since becoming proficient with Shadow Ribbons by the middle of her A Levels, Annie had been eager to learn the other two spells in this discipline, Shadow Net and Shadow Cage.
Helena picked up a bottle of water from the table and slowly unscrewed the top. “In a way, yes.”
Annie gave her a puzzled look. “What does that mean?”
The sorceress spent about five seconds taking a drink; when she was finished she screwed the top back on the bottle and set it down. “As a Guardian, shouldn’t you always be aware of your surroundings?”
“I checked the room when I entered.” Annie was instantly on her guard. “You are the only one here.”
Helena leaned against the table. “Are you certain?”
Annie’s eager to get on with those Shadow Disciplines, because maybe she wants to use them to keep Kerry from leaving the house when she wants him home? Naw, Annie is a bad ass and wants all the skills that go with that title. Which is why she’s with Helena.
However… When you walk into a dark room where the only person is Helena and she asks if you are sure she’s the only one there, you better have your backup plan ready:
“I’m—” Almost immediately Annie knew she was being tested and that there was someone else in the room. With only seconds to figure out the threat she quickly analyzed her surroundings once more and tried to figure out where the threat lay. There’s only one light source and the room is full of shadows, that Helena says were not doing Shadow Disciplines—no, she said were doing the spells in a way. Which means it’s something that isn’t specifically a Shadow Discipline. And that means…
She quickly crafted ball lightning in her right hand and molded into a magical baston as she wheeled to her right. Annie moved her left hand into a striking position as she pointed her baston at the shadow to her right rear—the one that now seemed to be moving towards her. “Stop, Isis. I know it’s you.”
The motion within the shadow stopped and a portion of it protruded, quickly becoming human sized. A moment later the darkness peeled back revealing Isis Mossman, the school’s Director of Security, standing two meters away, dressed in a tee shirt, jeans, sneakers. “You’re pretty quick with that weapon.” She brushed away some imaginary dust from her top as she looked over at a grinning Helena. “You didn’t tell me she could form one of those things that quickly.”
Helena shrugged. “You’re Director of Security; I figured you’d know.”
“I do now.” She turned to Annie, who still held the magical baston. “You can put that away. It’s not like I’m going to hurt you.”
There likely aren’t many people who can surprise Isis at the school, but one has to wonder what she would have done if she’d been able to sneak up on Annie? Probably just put a magical knife to her neck and threaten to cut her throat–which may have provoked a response Isis might not have wanted. Maybe one day we’ll find out.
Right now, though, it looks like Annie is about to learn how to walk into some shadows…