Title: Fire And Shadow
Author: Susan J McLeod
Genre: Paranormal
Suspense
Publisher: Imajin
Books
Date of
Publication: October 10, 2012
Synopsis:
“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.
Excerpt:
Prologue
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.
About the Author:
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.
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