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Authors: Maria E Schneider
Tags: #warlock, #ghost, #magic, #paranormal mystery, #amateur sleuth, #werewolves, #adventure, #witches, #ghosts, #shape shifters
Ghost Shadow (Moon Shadow Series Book 4)
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Prologue (This prologue was originally released as Under Witch Ghost)
Ghost Shadow
Maria Schneider
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Copyright January 2015 © Maria E. Schneider
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Book Description
Moon Shadow Series Book 4
Shadow is stuck In Between...dead, but not gone. Martin insists she isn’t dead and doesn’t belong here, but as far as she can tell, the trip was a one-way ticket. She can’t even remember her real name or how she ended up here.
In Between is dangerous enough without wasting time peering through the weave at the living and dreaming of what might have been. Of course, if Adriel, the witch, and Lynx, the cat, insist on trying to help her, she can hardly refuse to meet them at the edge. But if magic can’t locate her living body, how can one stubborn cat achieve the impossible? Does enough magic really exist in the world to bring her back over?
Prologue
(This prologue was originally released as Under Witch Ghost)
Despite all the magic we had embedded into White Feather’s house when we rebuilt it, the perimeter of his property—now our property—was sadly lacking in earth wards. Transplanting desert sage and sweet grasses in specific spots would not only keep us safer, it would be a ready supply of ingredients for many a spell. Granny Ruth had also offered to provide us with some kick-ass spiders.
Thinking of the spiders sent a creepy chill down my back, but I wasn’t about to turn down her offer. They wouldn’t be delivered until after I had applied my share of the protection magic anyway. I remained knee-deep in sand and sage, working in the dimming evening light. As I lowered the largest sage into the hole, a voice from behind me hissed, “Adriel.”
The unexpected interruption sent the desert herb sailing behind me as I twisted to meet the threat. Still on my knees, I spun around, fell backwards into the hole I had just dug, and raised my silver. My fingers were wrapped around a lame hand shovel, which offered no protection at all.
My heart sputtered and a disgruntled sigh puffed out as I realized the threat was only Lynx. “Must you sneak up on me?” Even though Mother Earth communicated with me almost as well as the breezes did with White Feather, Lynx was a special cat. He was more an extension of earth magic than a foreign entity, so Mother Earth felt no need to mention when he was skulking about.
“How was I to know you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings? I came over to tell you that Roberto needs a meet.” He offered me a hand up.
Since my bottom was squarely planted in the hole, I had no choice but to accept his help. He was strong enough to nearly lift me to my feet with just one skinny arm. I’d known Lynx since he was a hungry alley cat scrounging food from garbage cans. All muscles and sinew then, he was even stronger now that he was better fed and leaving his teen years behind him. While he might look like a piece of scrap blown in with the tumbleweeds, his eyes flashed intelligence, and his lithe movements were faster and smoother than those of a normal human.
“Roberto, the deaf kid, wants a meet?” I stuffed strands of my long dark hair back into my ponytail.
Lynx handed me the sage that had missed him completely when I threw it in defense. “You know any other Roberto?”
This was Santa Fe, New Mexico. I could think of four without even trying. “Not that are deaf.”
“He’s not deaf when he’s in a graveyard talking to ghosts, which is why he needs a meet. He has a message from Martin.”
This evening just got better and better. “Martin? Martin isn’t in a graveyard!”
Lynx shrugged. “He’s dead, which means Roberto can talk to him. I mentioned Martin to Roberto after our visit to Fairview Cemetery a few weeks ago. Some of the dudes hanging around that place are flakes. The kid could use better company, you know?”
My eyes bulged. If Lynx thought Martin was better company than the ghosts Roberto had been communicating with in Fairview Cemetery, the kid was in more trouble than I could rectify. Of course, Roberto talked to dead people, so how much assistance could I possibly be on my best day? His ears were deaf to the sounds of this world, but not to those communicating from the other side. He spent a lot of time in cemeteries, which was where I had originally met him.
“
Visit
to the cemetery?” I repeated, eyes narrowing. Leave it to Lynx to act as if nearly being swallowed out of existence without benefit of dying was mere social happenstance.
“Tonight. Midnight. Tent Rock,” he said.
“What is it with you and night meets! Martin can talk to me during the day. We’d be insane to hike around those rocks at night.” And I’d been avoiding Tent Rock because Martin was haunting the place. Sure, earth magic was strong there. But who wanted to have Martin peering over your shoulder when practicing a spell or gathering magic? He’d been a drunk, flirtatious, covered-in-dirt old man in life. He hadn’t bothered to leave most of his bad habits behind when he died.
“Martin’s in some kind of trouble. Roberto says he can only appear at night and even that is getting more difficult.”
My mouth gaped open, and I stared at Lynx in disbelief.
He shrugged. “I know, I know, but who else was he gonna ask?”
* * *
Earth witches did not have any power over the dead, on behalf of the dead or even communicating with the dead, as far as I knew. There was no earthly reason that I should have ever seen a ghost, but it had happened more than once. The first one I encountered hadn’t really communicated with me; she’d either been in too much pain or was too far gone.
Martin had been an earth witch in life, and I’d always assumed that the reason he’d been able to give me a ghostly message once before was because we shared a level of common magic. That was more than I had wanted to share with Martin. My feelings on the matter hadn’t changed just because he was dead.
If Lynx thought I was leaving White Feather behind on this insane adventure, he had another think coming.
“I wonder what Martin wants to talk to me about,” I muttered as White Feather and I climbed the beginning of the trail into Tent Rock. I wasn’t sure whether to be happy about the full moon or not. The moon would automatically call more magic into any situation, and it also lent more light. With ghosts, however, magic and light could be a help, a hindrance, or not matter a whit. “Couldn’t Martin have just had Roberto ask me whatever he needed to know?”
“Apparently not. And since you’ve been avoiding Tent Rock, Martin had to use an intermediary to reach you.”
“Hmph.” White Feather was probably correct about that part.
I knew where Martin would appear because I’d had more than my fair share of trouble in the bowl-shaped indention halfway up the trail. The magic was so strong there, a normal could have felt it. It wasn’t any problem for someone like Lynx to sense it, and it was a natural spot for Roberto to have found Martin.
I heard them talking as we ducked under the overhanging rock and rounded the bend. As I edged slowly around the walled canyon into the side clearing, it took me a second to realize I was hearing Roberto clearly as he asked Martin a question. Roberto, being deaf, never enunciated clearly. Martin had never slurred his words, even when drunk, but tonight, it was Martin’s voice that sounded as though he were talking under water.
I stopped so abruptly that White Feather nearly knocked me down.
Roberto was a dark shadow four feet off the side of the trail. Lynx stood more in the open, but he’d promised to be in plain sight if the meet was still on and safe. The glowing wisp of fog between the two of them was not shaped like a human.
This meet didn’t look safe to me. When Martin had appeared before, his features were clearly defined, albeit transparent.
If the wisp of fog hadn’t replied when Roberto spoke, I’d not have believed it was Martin at all.
“He’s in trouble.” Lynx kept his attention on the ghost as he addressed us.
“Roberto or Martin?” I asked.
Lynx cut his eyes to me. His pupils glowed yellow. He had changed to cat eyes either because he was nervous or so he could see better in the dark.
“Martin, not me,” Roberto answered my question. “He can’t ghost here properly anymore. It’s been deteriorating over the last week.” His hands flew as he signed what he was saying.
Lynx started to repeat what Roberto had just said, but I cut him off. “Got it.”
White Feather touched my arm. “I didn’t.”
Well, now, that was disturbing. Since White Feather wasn’t a threat, I kept my gaze on Martin. He was talking again or attempting to.
“Baalance. Wrooong.” The rest of what he said was too garbled for me, but Roberto had been at this longer, and it was his gift.
“There are other things crossing,” he translated. “He doesn’t want to be destroyed by them. The creatures come from—” He stopped and rubbed his forehead. “I can’t understand that part. He’s tried to tell me before, but I don’t know what he’s saying. Something about the dark where magic doesn’t exist.” His hands went up in the universal shrug.
The mist swirled closer to me. I held my ground, but only because White Feather was at my back. As it was, I leaned against him, trying to stay out of reach of the unearthly glowing strands of fog.
Martin’s eyes were not really recognizable; they were pits of emotion. There was no pupil, no face around them, just sparks that somehow translated to panic. “Soooleessheeell.”
“Shoeless?” Being without shoes hadn’t bothered Martin when he was alive. At this point, he didn’t even have feet! From a barely discernible waist on down was nothing but a gray mist.
“Soooool…Lessss.”
Then I got it. “Soulless. Okay, Martin, the things are soulless, but what do you want me to do about it? I’m not dying just to pull your ass out of the fire!”
For a second, the eyes laughed at me. The spark went from lightning white to a swirl of fog.
Roberto watched me as he talked rapidly and signed at the same time. Lynx followed his hands, but I had no trouble with his words. “Martin says he knows how to stay safe, but a girl is trapped In Between with him, and she doesn’t belong there. He thought he could help her back over, but he’s weakening. He’s worried she will get stuck there.”