First Ritual (Supernatural Battle: Coven Caves, #1)

by Kelly St. Clare

“I don’t tickle your pickle. Why do you want to kiss me?” “How do you know my pickle isn’t tickled?” “Because I’ve tickled pickles before. I know what a pickle that’s been tickled looks like.” My gaze lowered to his lap. “That pickle… ain’t tickled.”

One has to wonder, when addiction brings you joy, whether we are lacking in joy otherwise or merely greedy in our pursuit of more.”

“I’ve betrayed your trust,” Mother whispered. “You betrayed only what we are taught to believe our lives should look like,” was the reply. “That is no betrayal at all. The mother created us all. If there is life within you, then she created that. If my grandchildren are meant to survive, then we will be provided with the tools to protect them.” She took her daughter’s hand. “You made a discovery. You stepped from the norm and challenged what has always been and your ideas of what should be. You fell in love. You navigated impossibilities to conceive. You grieve the loss of the man you loved. None of those are betrayals. I trust you as I ever did. All that remains is to leave the coven in the light of these so-called rifts and gates, and dedicate all our power and knowledge to nurturing these precious, one-of-a-kind girls.”

“I fought to get you into this world, Hazeluna. That fight never stops. Mothers are the most absolute, fearsome force in this world.