Tuesday, March 26, 2019

Book Playlist - Mabon by Kellie M Davies #PNR #paranormalromance

The Clandestine Chronicles
Book One
Kellie M Davies

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Publisher: Aurora House Publishing

Date of Publication: September 2018

ISBN: 978-0-6481851-7-8

Number of pages: 227

Cover Artist: Simon Critchell

Tagline: Let the Magick in.

Book Description:

Magick or Love.

If both ran deep in your blood, which would you choose?

On her sixteenth birthday, introvert Lucy DeBane can’t shake the memory of her father’s death, or the possibility that by day’s end a life altering ancestral truth will blow apart the world she knows. Lucy is sure of one thing, her feelings for Gil ... tall, dark and hot ... her first real love.

So when she hears the chiming of ancient bells and her family’s secret is revealed, Lucy must make a decision ... become a DeBane witch, or walk away from family for love.

Is there a way she can have both?

‘Davies weaves together a complex tale of magic and romance in this sweeping adventure.’ ~ Fiona Horne


The stone was cold as we descended the stairs, but the room was not. I became aware of the alcoves lining the curved wall. Each held a squat white candle and a small vial of what I was told was frankincense – for the cleansing, purification and spiritual aspects of my initiation. The room was lit with hundreds of white pillar candles, many looked as if they were floating, a trick of the eye I presumed.
The wine cellar - original swept dirt floor, Mom’s heirloom chaise lounge and side-table, her collection of wines aging row after row - had never looked the way it did tonight.  Racks were now covered in rich burgundy draped velvet,excluding one, which had bottles, but I guessed they held something other than wine by the way my sisters scuttled back and forth from that particular rack - choosing a bottle then emptying a dash of its contents into a large cauldron that sat dead center in the room. It frothed and bubbled as if being heated over a fire, but there was nothing underneath it, only the soft glow of moonlight pouring over it from the open roof above.I could see the moon was complete but hidden behind a filmy wisp of fairy floss cloud, awaiting it’s unveiling.
“Self heating cauldron. Doubles as central heating.” The twins, giggled. They looked at me with wide smiles, trying to contain a fizzing excitement that appeared to spark back and forth between. It was contagious, the tiny fluttering in the pit of my stomach had begun to escalate and with it I recognized the faint tinkling of chimes underlying my excitement.
“Mom,” I squeezed Dana’s  soft hand with unintentional vigor, causing her to flinch. “The chimes have started again.”
“I thought they would,” she dismissed my comment with a nod of her head, and led me to a chair. “Sit down here until we are ready for you.” As she smiled, broad and gentle, she pulled me in for a warm hug. “This is an amazing event for you Little Soul.” She combed my hair back from my face in a single move, as if it had been the mere shadows of her fingers in my hair. “All of my girls, touched by the craft.” Her eyes began to mist. “Who ever thought we would be blessed so?”
And with that she yanked several hairs from my head.
“Yeow,” I sulked rubbing at the inflicted site. “Necessary?”
“Sorry Lucinda. I don’t think you would have given them to me if I had asked, now would you?” Dana quickly crossed the room to the cauldron and threw the hairs in. Her lips moved in incantation.
“Probably not,” I whispered under my breath. My ‘bald spot’ still stinging, I sat down to watch the proceedings. I had seen Abi and Mat work simple spells, usually in the chaos of their room, and I had seen my mother work more complex ones in our kitchen, but I hadn’t seen any of the rituals that took place here. I wasn’t interested. Maybe somewhere buried in my subconscious, I truly believed in what my family did but I didn’t think this line would choose me, yet here I was swathed in a white robe, seated on the edge of my stool, awaiting my inheritance.
Kind of cool?
My sisters, having finished their concoction, were now standing close together chatting about their weekend plans. It was comical that they were discussing social plans dressed from head to toe in plain black hooded robes, cinched in at their waists with white silk cords, their feet bare. I wondered what Dion and Frankie would say seeing their girlfriends like this.
“Girls are you prepared to begin?” My mother added a few more ingredients to the caldron which turned the steam a shimmering shade of royal blue.
 The twins stepped forward and filled two tiny decorative phials with the steam, double quick, and replaced them on the altar. The cauldron was pushed into a large recess in the wall
“Let us begin.” As my mother spoke these words, the room flooded with the hoary luminosity of the exposed full moon and I almost jumped right out of my skin.

Gliding across the cellar floor, my mother stopped in front of the altar, a table covered with a pure-white cloth embroidered with more symbols. They were Theban, and with my fresh thirst for knowledge of our craft I knew studying this alphabet  would be my first assignment. I was told the letters, embroidered in a shiny pewter thread, symbolized the Universe.
With her back to me, I could only see its handle, Dana’s athame, her personal three foot long ritual sword, was being unsheathed. With a splatter collection that illustrated the deliciously dangerous, I had somewhat of a fascination with death …. and blood … and knives.My sisters had spoken in whispers about this sword, it’s not really something you bring up at a Sunday lunch though, and as Dana’s athame had never crossed my eyes before, the suspense was killing me..
Dana moved to the center of the moonlit circle. She held her athame out high at arm’s length for presentation and  I was mesmerized by an iridescent-silver light that rippled from the handle to the point then back again.Dana clasped the sword between both hands and a strange contentment crossed her features as it pulled her hands down until it rested, tip down, on the dirt floor.The dull thudding of my heart accelerate as my mother walked away from the sword, left balancing upright
All three witches took their places. Dana stood in the north quarter in front of the altar stretching her hands out for the twins to take in theirs. She pressed on their hands and they all smiled at each other. Abi snatched a wink in my direction and my pulse quickened.
The ritual, my initiation ritual, was about to begin.

About the Author:

Kellie M Davies was born and lives in Sydney, Australia with her husband and two children. After University and a long period away from writing, she began to dabble with words again. Stories flowed and from the mess of manuscripts that cluttered her computer files, Lucy’s story rose.

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1 comment:

Kellie M Davies said...

Hey there,
Just a quick note to thank you for hosting me during my Bewitching Book Tour - I’ve had a blast!
I hope to be welcomed back again for the book cover reveal of my second book in The Clandestine Chronicles ‘Yule’.
Kindest Regards
Kellie M Davies