Prelude to a Witch (Wicked Witches of The Midwest, #18)

by Amanda M. Lee

“If I were you, son, I wouldn’t be worried about us men,” Chief Terry intoned. “The women in these parts can take care of themselves, and they’re far more terrifying.” “Definitely,” Landon agreed. “Just say the word and we’ll let Aunt Tillie off her leash.” Brian swallowed hard. “I’m not afraid of that crazy old bat. She’s all talk.” Now it was my turn to smirk. “Famous last words.”

“Your soul is who you are.” I rested my hand on his chest. “When you die, your body will be put in the ground. That won’t be you, though. Your soul is what makes you, you.”

“Here we go.” Mom lifted her arms. “I call upon the power of the north. Bring strength, determination and resilience.” Marnie was next. “I call upon the power of the east. Bring love, devotion and loyalty.” Twila was third. “I call upon the power of the south. Bring grace, acceptance and peace.” Thistle was last. “I call upon the power of the west. Bring anger, retribution and hate.”