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    Soulstice
    Soulstice
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    Soulstice

    By Diana Murdock

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    “Fire is your element, Alyx.” Mom carefully set up a candle on the floor between us. “You’ll learn to harness its energy easier than you will the other elements…”

    Developing her talent to manipulate the elements could be easy. It should be easy, but Alyx instead chooses to turn her back on her tragic past and her family’s talent to be a “normal” teen.

    Once a fire is lit, though, its energy never dies. It burns away ignorance, allowing truth to shine through.

    And when that happens in the face of the solstice, when Alyx opens up and allows that fire to burn, she becomes a magnet for much bigger things… and bigger doesn’t necessarily mean better.

    When high school wrestler, Seth Thompson, shows up to school with another soul riding shotgun, Alyx’s fire burns brighter, and it has nothing to do with how hot Seth really is…
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDiana Murdock
    Release dateSep 18, 2015
    ISBN9780615848303
    Soulstice
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    Diana Murdock

    Writer of contemporary and YA paranormal, with enough energy to write, raise two boys, run, and dream.

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      Soulstice - Diana Murdock

      WRITING

      A companion novella to SOULED

      Soulstice is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific living persons or experiences. The business and locations, however, are in Sandpoint, Idaho, and are only included in this novel as locales and have not endorsed the opinions/imagination of the author.

      The opinions expressed in this fictional piece are solely the opinion of the author. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all materials in this book.

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      Soulstice

      All Rights Reserved

      Copyright © 2013 Diana Murdock

      This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. Your support of author rights is appreciated.

      FROM BAD TO WORSE

      How the two of them ever got to the point of falling in love, I’ll never understand. The differences between my mom and dad eventually yawned into an abyss so wide and so deep that it threatened to swallow the family. My mom never stopped trying to keep it together. She pretended to believe in my dad’s church and what it stood for. She even went as far as to perform her rituals in secret. Honestly, though, it did no good. It was like trying to stop an avalanche from pouring down a mountain, because Dad knew her façade was all bullshit. He openly resented the fact that she refused to give up her Wicca practice and fought back in his own screwed up way.

      For as long as I could remember, Dad had spent more time in bars than with us, holding his worn-out Bible with one hand and taking shots of whiskey with the other. He emptied our bank account faster than he and my mom could fill it. She did the best she could to budget our money, but Dad’s spending habits were hard to keep up with.

      So, to bring in extra cash, Mom made candles and sage bundles and sold them to the neighbors. Certain that the scented candles were somehow tainted with evil spirits, my father forbid her to burn them in the den, which was the one room in the house that needed the scent of a candle the most. The sickly stench of stale alcohol saturated the walls and blanketed the furniture and carpet. I was too embarrassed to have anyone over to my house. I never knew when or what shape Dad would be in when he came home, but more often than not, he would pass out in the den after hours of drinking. I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone seeing him like that. People in small towns like ours talked too much about everyone’s business but their own.

      Imagine opening up a box and never knowing what was going to be inside. That’s what my childhood was like. Rainbows and unicorns one day and gargantuan tarantulas the next. I’d withdraw into my shell for days on end, preferring my own head space to the rocky footing of my life.

      But Mom was always looking out for me. She taught me to look for the consistency outside my window - the simple concepts, things I could count on - like the perfection of the seasons and the cycles of the moon. She let me watch her perform rituals and taught me simple manipulations of the elements, things that could be duplicated over and over.

      Back then I was in a hurry to grow up so I could do the rituals on my own. At ten years old, I wanted to be just like her. Skilled and talented. Unwavering in my faith. Steady and strong.

      But at the first real, serious test, at the moment where maturity, skill, and levelheadedness were needed, I failed.

      Horribly.

      After that, my mom no longer had the burden of hiding our practices from my dad – for a couple reasons.

      One, I ran from everything she taught me, by tucking my budding talent into the darkest corners of my mind, hoping it would never be discovered.

      Two, Dad was dead.

      CHAPTER ONE

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      After Dad died, staying in the obscure, Bible-thumping town in Illinois where I was born wasn’t an option. We’d lost our home and we had no friends to speak of. Our only family was Aunt Sarah, who lived a few hours away.

      We packed the car with what little we had and drove across the country, leaving behind the life we’d known, along with memories of Dad. A yellow highlighted line snaked its way across the grids of the map and settled in Sandpoint, Idaho. I had no idea why Mom had chosen there, of all places. Wasn’t one town just as bad as the other? I only knew the name of Sandpoint through a few discussions I’d overheard between my mom and Aunt Sarah when she would visit. Aunt Sarah said there was something special about that particular town. Something about a bridge. Something about a vortex or Christ grid.

      Whatever the reason, I didn’t care. As long as it took us far from the life that was never normal, away from a life that had me living in the shadows, afraid of the next fight that would have my brother, Jesse, and me hiding.

      Mom?

      Hmm? She’d stopped humming along to the Rolling Stones that played on the stereo and waited for me to talk.

      Are Jesse and I going to have to work?

      Seeing how we barely scraped by in Illinois with both parents working, I was afraid we’d be living on the streets.

      Her soft laugh was both surprising and comforting.

      No, honey. You don’t need to worry. I have that taken care of.

      It turned out that Mom had money – a lot of it. As we drove across the long stretches of Wyoming toward our new home, Mom told us that when my grandparents died sixteen years earlier, they’d left her a big, fat trust fund. She’d kept it secret from my dad, hiring a financial firm to manage it, so he wouldn’t blow all the money.

      Passing through Coeur d’Alene on our way to Sandpoint, I started to feel better about the move. Having Silverwood, a theme park, so close to Sandpoint, definitely trumped the deal.

      Our lives were definitely going to be different. I knew it in my heart – no, in my soul – because in the time it took us to drive the almost two miles across the Long Bridge, the bridge that spanned the lake between Sandpoint and the small town of Sagle, there was a palpable shift in the air that threatened to slice through the lock on my packed-away past. There was something intense about this area and it froze me up as if I’d jumped head-first into a snow bank. That was the moment I decided: this was a new town, and there was going to be a new me. I had a plan.

      ~ ~ ~

      The Power Ranger theme song chimed from my cell. Okay. So I’m a bit of a geek.

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