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The Emerald Sorceress
The magical land of Medora is in ruins and her people are being enslaved by the murderous rule of the Raven Wizard.
Kacie Miller is a Southern California girl, and even though she works in a metaphysical book store to keep herself in board wax and CDs, she thinks magic and the paranormal is a bunch of nonsense - until she's sucked into an antique mirror and lands in a dark alley, where she's rescued by a mercenary who insist she's a powerful sorceress . . . yeah right.
Kerric Rouse was born in the shadow of the Emerald Palace and raised on its legends. When a beautiful, emerald-eyed young woman hurt and disoriented is dropped in his lap, he knows immediately that she is destined to become the next Emerald Sorceress - if she lives long enough.
Together, Kerric and Kacie race across Medora, just one step ahead of the Raven Wizard, who is determined to steal Kacie”s powers and destroy her. Kacie quickly realizes her survival and Medora's depends on her claiming magic and becoming . . . . . .
THE EMERALD SORCERESS
Fierce winds rampaged the dark forest, viciously whipping each naked branch. Ancient trees bent and contorted, defending themselves against the gale. Casting grotesque shadows high into the raging sky, they danced in rhythm with the violent lightning.
Blinded by the stinging rain, a woman ran through the storm. She cast a fearful glance behind her, but saw nothing in the blackness of the night. Pausing to catch her breath, she heard the sound of a horse crashing through the forest in pursuit. In her panic, she stumbled to the ground. With a cry, the woman placed a protective hand on her swollen belly and pushed herself to her feet, urging them on.
A blinding flash of emerald fire split the night. For one fleeting moment, hope flared in the woman’s breast as the Emerald Sorceress suddenly appeared beside the great stone arch ahead of her. Raising her arms to the heavens, the sorceress spoke the words of power, and the space inside the arch shimmered, bathing the night in a rainbow of color. The woman moved faster, concentrating on reaching the safety of the arch. Only a few more paces . . .
Out of the blackness, triumphant laughter reverberated around her, cutting through a roll of thunder as if the boom were nothing but a whisper. Her blood ran cold as she felt the hot breath of the animal on her neck. A bolt of green fire exploded behind her as the Emerald Sorceress sought to give her time. The scream of the horse spurred her forward. With her last ounce of strength, the woman reached the arch.
Breathless, she placed one hand on the cold, wet stones, holding her heaving belly with the other as her lungs hungrily drank in the damp air. She looked up at the beautiful sorceress standing between her and certain death. A smile passed between them.
“Go,” the sorceress urged.
Without a second thought, the woman stepped through the arch, into the rainbow of light. As she vanished from sight, the colors shattered like a mirror, leaving only the black night and the storm.
The Emerald Sorceress slowly lifted her eyes to the wizard towering above her on his black stallion, his thin face blazed with anger. He was too late. A calm satisfaction crept over her as she gazed at the raven blazoned across his chest. “You’ve lost, Jozef. This one, you shall not have.”