The Black Witch (The Black Witch Chronicles, #1)

by Laurie Forest

Wandfasting?

magically bound to young men for life.

Like all Gardnerians, my verdant skin shimmers green in the dark. It’s the mark of the First Children, set down on us by the Ancient One above, marking us as the rightful owners of Erthia.

Watchers.

“It’s the Wand of Myth,

It’s a religious myth, told to every Gardnerian child. Good versus Evil—the Wand of Myth pitted against the Shadow Wand. The Wand of Myth, a pure force for good, coming to the aid of the oppressed and used in ancient, primordial battles against demonic forces. Against the power of the Shadow Wand.

A Great Winged One will soon arise and cast his fearsome shadow upon the land. And just as Night slays Day, and Day slays Night, so also shall another Black Witch rise to meet him, her powers vast beyond imagining. And as their powers clash upon the field of battle, the heavens shall open, the mountains tremble and the waters run crimson...and their fates shall determine the future of all Erthia.

My wrist is beginning to throb. Miserable, I turn it over for his inspection, bloody scratches and gashes ringing it where the creature gripped me. I wait for Lukas to express some sympathy.