Monday, October 31, 2016

NaNoWriMo! Ready....Set....WRITE!

Starting on my NaNoWriMo Today!  whoo hooo!   Writing a novel in 30 days!  Haven't done this in a couple of years--kinda rusty.  So here goes NOTHING!  *LOL*






A witch killer has come to Louisville.  The first kill.  A coven of four young women,  all in their early twenties, along with their animal familiars are found dead on the banks of the Ohio.  Their throats slit in a manner of a skilled surgeon.  The second kill.  Twelve hours later, a coven devoted to the cat Goddess Bast, and all their familiars, are  found dead.  Their bodies carefully laid out around a statue of Bast the Cat Goddess in the clearing on the Anderson farm on the east side of town.

There had been no trace evidence.  The victims had all been killed in another location, cleaned, dressed and then carefully laid out  specifically where they had been found.   It wasn't until the second kill the authorities was provided with motive.  But still no witnesses.  At least none they were aware of.   None that they even noticed.  Patricia Wells,  the pretty little blonde who hiked the trails of the Anderson farm daily,   was completely unaware there was a witness.   Even after discovering the bodies, Patricia still had no idea.   Jon Downs, the lead homicide detective,  with all his years of experience and skills was unaware there was a witness.  Jackie Harper the forensic technician who meticulously combed through the crime scene was unaware there was a witness.  Unbeknownst to them all the sole witness was there.  Right in front of them.

But how could they know?  They were unbelievers.  They would not--could not accept the miracle of what had occurred just hours after the witch hunter had finished laying out the lifeless bodies.  How would they have been able to accept the fact that just before the sun broke over the horizon, as she lay dying the High Priestess of the second coven managed to cast a spell  that sent her spirit into her dead Siamese cat?    They were all too sensible,  too logical,  for any of that hocus pocus.

Unnoticed, the witness sat high atop the statue watching with detached interest the crime scene specialists moving about below.   She knew the clues they so desperately were seeking would not be found.  Only the witness knew where the clues were hidden.   More importantly,  the witness knew she had a little over  twelve hours before the next coven would be killed.  The witch hunter had explained it all before ending her previous life.  

The sadness that overwhelmed her was now replaced with sheer determination.  Mourning her beloved coven would have to wait.  Rising to her feet, the witness tilted her head to one side as the man in a blue jumpsuit pulled the zipper of the black  bag over the body of Terri Rhodes.   In that moment, the last shred of loss for her former self began to fade.   

Leaping to the ground, the witness knew what she had to do now.  She didn't know how or even where to look.   The witness only knew that one way or the other, she had to find the one person who could stop the witch hunter...Teddy Mitchell.


About The Author

An avid writer,  Julia's blogs are filled with a wide assortment of articles.  Spirituality, religious, political, everyday living tips you name it, Julia writes and posts about it!

Julia’s very first published book Children of the Luminaries Book I:  The Coming Storm was released in the summer of 2014 and can be purchased on Amazon. The last two installments of this trilogy is set  to be released in 2017 and 2018.

Julia is also one of the contributors to Real Zombies, The Living Dead, and Creatures of the Apocalypse by Brad Steiger; Chinese Sexual Astrology by Shelly Wu , Destiny vs. Choice by Marie D. Jones and Julia's poem You Kept Your Promise can be found in Stars in Our Hearts-- a compilation of stories and poems dedicated to psychic medium Sylvia Brown.


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