Download or read book The Witch Awakening written by Karen Nilsen and published by Karen Nilsen. This book was released on 2010-03-11 with total page 426 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: The odor of burning flesh and the screams of those condemned to the flames disturb the dreams of young Safire of Long Marsh. Safire struggles to keep the curse of her psychic abilities secret, lest she be burned at the stake as a witch in her native land Cormalen. Forced to keep her talents hidden instead of learning how to use them, Safire is ill-prepared to face the evil that awaits her. When she meets the rebellious Merius of Landers, a nobleman determined to escape his overbearing father's influence, she finally finds someone who accepts her. But their romance interferes with court plots and family duty and ultimately leads Safire to confront the dark secrets of the House of Landers alone. What she finds there proves to be a test of her unusual gifts, a test that could free the soul of a haunted man--or end in her death. Excerpt from Chapter 20 of The Witch Awakening: Instantly, Safire was up and across the chamber. She rested her hand on my arm, her touch cool. "Shh, it's all right." I snatched my arm from her grasp. "How dare you touch me?" She grabbed my other arm with both hands. "Damn witch!" I swore and raised my palm to slap her away, but then I froze, my hand in midair. A strange sensation was running up my arm from her hands, a tingling warmth that moved through the veins to my heart and then to the rest of my body. All my muscles loosened, as if I'd just had several shots of the best whiskey, and the shaking stopped. "What the hell?" I muttered. "What in God's good name was that?" "Shh. It's all right." She looked up at me, her grip on my arm slackening. Her eyes were clear and bright as green glass, her voice low and soothing. I found myself staring down at her as if in a trance. What sort of pact had Merius made with the devil for this creature? "You've cursed me," I said flatly, though the words seemed to be another's, not mine. "No, sir. I can no more curse anyone than you can, though I wish I could sometimes." "What was that, then? That warmth?" "Certainly not a curse. Do you feel better?" I nodded slowly. "I'll not send you to the stake just yet." "Oh, Safire," Dagmar breathed. She staggered backwards against the side table, gripped it with white-knuckled fingers. "Safire, what have you done now? They're going to burn you this time for certain . . ." Safire ignored her. "It must be well nigh impossible, to be forced to believe in something after believing in nothing for so long." "Save the platitudes for the priests." I took a step back, crossed my arms. "They mean nothing to me." She shrugged. "Platitude or not, it would be a shock for anyone, what you heard and saw in the courtyard tonight." I bent down, picked up the poker, stirred the fire before I threw more kindling on the flames. Sparks shot up the chimney, and I straightened, rested my hands on the mantel. "I joined the king's guard when I was sixteen. I've killed men in every country marked on our maps, seen depravities you couldn't even begin to comprehend. I'm well accustomed to shocks." "In other words, you think me presumptuous?" She moved to the corner of the hearth and into my field of vision. "Yes." I glared at her. Her tangled curls burned in the firelight, and her skin had a faint shimmery sheen to it, pale as a pearl. There was something not quite human about her. "Changeling," I spat. "I should by all rights cast you out, let the magistrate burn you." --Copyright 2010