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Tangled Roots Is Live!!!
Tangled
Roots is live and now the world can read it.
Eeep!
However, I
already have 2 reviews up on Amazon, and they’re both 5 stars.
Yay!
Here is one
of them:
Tangled
Roots is fabulous, and here’s why: the details and background information is
one-hundred percent accurate; the writing and characters are vivid and alive;
and the story is tight and interesting.
This novel
is a sub-story of some characters in Beyond the Eyes, but also stands alone
quite nicely. Carrie always feels like an outsider, she doesn’t have a special
power like her friends and boyfriend. After having a bout in the hospital with
a serious condition, she is told she’s a witch. As if that’s not bad enough to
dealt with, her life is about to become a nightmare; and she likes it. Demons,
witches, and light walkers, all a part of Carrie’s life; how will it end?
I highly
recommend Tangled Roots to all ages; the storyline will be of interest to all
ages.
I was given an ARC in return for an honest review.
Since I love
my readers and followers, here’s an excerpt from Tangled Roots. F.Y.I. I cut
off the last paragraph, because it’s a spoiler, and I don’t want to ruin the
story for the peeps who are going to read this witchy tale:
Excerpt from Tangled Roots:
Isadora POV (point of view) The year 1630
I stood in a clearing deep
in the forest with four followers. My fellows: Driscol, Jorsten, Lukas, and my
baby brother Niklas. All of them had on the same dark, hooded cloak I wore. The
torches we held blazed, casting us in a reddish orange glow against the night
sky. The full moon was white, like marble glass. Its rays filtered through the
canopy of trees, throwing layers of beams to the right and left of us,
crisscrossing, as if the Moon Goddess was sheltering our coven from outsiders.
Every cell in my body buzzed with magical energy from what I took from the
earth when I made the elixirs I now carried in my pocket.
“As you know,” I said to
the group, “Margaretha has been accused of causing frost on the crops in a
diabolical plan to destroy her competitors, resulting in crop failure, plague,
and malnutrition. Because of the loss of wine and grain, a period of
hyperinflation ensued. We all know the accusation are false and misleading. Margaretha
did nothing of the sort. The only guilt that weighs upon her shoulders also
lies on ours: practicing control of the weather. But by no means were we the
perpetrators of such stressful times. By no means did our weather-making
practice stimulate the vicious nexus of supernatural beliefs and common
reasoning. Nature is beautiful and ugly, temperamental even. From its bosoms,
it bears wondrous gifts, but her misgivings grow beneath the surface and can
erupt at any time and for any reason.” I paused long enough to look at each one
of my fellows. They nodded in agreement. A fierce, affectionate love for them
warmed my heart. “Margaretha,” I continued, “is innocent of all charges, so are
Simone, Tobias, Ulrich, and my father.”
“Why don’t we save them?”
Lukas asked.
He was the most adorable
one out of the bunch, with his golden hair and eyes to match. However, he was
the youngest and lacked common sense. He favored his emotions over reasoning.
We were lucky to have reached him before he made a foolish mistake.
“Why ask something you
already know the answer to?” Niklas asked. “Your magic is no longer effective
due to your excessive use and possible punishment from the high counsel of
witches.”
“But Isadora still has her
magic,” Lukas countered. He met my eyes with his. There was no malice in them,
only curiosity. “Why won’t you free your father and our friends? You have the
power to do so.”
“My power is waning,” I
told him. “I must conserve it to protect us.”
“But—” Lukas started to
say, but Niklas elbowed him in the side and gestured for him to listen.
“When Jaegar told Niklas
and me about the fate of our father and friends, I wanted to do nothing more
than bring Hell’s fury down upon those involved in these witch hunts.” I
pointed to Niklas. “He can confirm the truth I have just spoken.” Niklas
nodded, and I went on. “Thankfully, Jaegar had the presence of mind to quell my
wrathful state, so I could think clearly on the matter. After he departed to
attend his store, I formulated a plan which would surely guarantee our
survival.”
“An immortality spell,”
Driscol said, a grin crossing his handsome face.
Ah, he possessed many
enticing qualities that had more than once sent me in a tailspin of unvirtuous
thoughts. Countless nights, as I lay skyclad beneath the moonlight, I’d
envisioned straddling his tall, muscular frame and riding him as we paid homage
to our ancestors. Jaegar was a skillful lover, but Driscol was a bit of a
rogue—edgy and a trusted ally. Jaegar, on the other hand, I harbored
reservations for. However, I was drawn to his touch and had given him my heart
before I’d realized I did so. In truth, I knew it would be my undoing. There
was no future for us, yet I gravitated to him like bears to honey.
“Correct,” I said, sending
Driscol a flirty smile. He winked and brushed his brown hair out of his eyes.
They appeared darker green than normal, and a hungry need filled them. Was it
for me or for outwitting our oppressors? My body warmed at the mere thought of
him touching it. “Well . . . theoretically speaking.”
“What do you mean?” Jorsten
asked, shifting his weight, rubbing the stubble on his face. He was the rugged,
beastly type in our group, with his dark, shoulder-length shaggy hair and dark
eyes. He loved his ale and to have a grand time. He never cowered from a
challenge or authority. I admired those qualities about him.
“All
spells have a loophole,” I told them. “I plan on casting a transmigration spell
after I see Jaegar tonight. Once this nightmare is over, we’ll meet here, and
I’ll break the enchantment you’ll be under."
Also, I’m
doing a book release party on Facebook this weekend. I have loads of cool stuff
to giveaway. Everyone will have a chance to enter. There will also be fun games
to play. Y’all are invited.
Cheers! J
