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Hi to all.  Somewhere outside last week, while weed-eating around the utility barn and the fish pond, I acquired poison ivy. Yuck! Wish I could get Maggie Jenks to visit and make it go away. *BG* Today, I’m sharing another eight sentences from my Old West healer/shifter story,  Blood Stoned.

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From Blood Stoned~

Drip…Drip…Drip…

Blood trickled from my nose, over my lip, and fell with a splat on the back of my hand.

Fascinated, I watched the bloodstone slide across the table, stop when it reached my clenched fist, rub against the blood that had fallen, and pulse with dark magic as it fed.

I shuddered, but my disgust didn’t prevent me from scooping up the hex stone to hold in a tight grip.

Who. Did. I. Heal? I demanded answers from myself, pushing at the magical bindings that locked secrets in my mind.

“Show me,” I snarled and felt the bloodstone’s power clear a path to the truth. I closed my eyes, sinking into the vision.

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Beautiful young witch casting a spell

Have a great week, everyone!!

 

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