She possessed an aura that radiated lilacs
When she walked by me to join her sisters,
In that joyful, carefree circle,
They joined hands like children in recess,
And danced and chanted their incantation,
Like a ghastly, desecrated hymn.
I could've sworn that the flame was orange
Instead of the black color it now held.
--The Lilac Dancer
The Kiss of Infinite Sorrow
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Uncasted Silver (The Witches Of Atlanta #1)
HorrorNatalie Wilson, a young girl living in Central Alabama, unfolds her talents as a witch-possibly the most talented in her generation. She also learns that an ancient spirit has been watching her since she was born, waiting patiently until it was time...
