Kindle Edition Curator of the Writer's Muse Category:  Historical Fiction Type: Fiction Pages: 114 An anthropologist is able to traverse space and time when her suicide attempt triggers her ability to see the witch persecutions firsthand during the time of King James in Scotland. When Anthropologist Sarah Perry attempts suicide, she unknowingly opens a portal that allows her soul to leave her body and travel through time-- into the Scottish witch persecutions under the reign of King James. Upon awakening in the hospital, Sarah learns that she's pregnant and vows to live long enough to bring her child into the world despite her need to escape the suffering she sees around her.  She returns to work and is soon sent on a dig in Scotland to determine the reason for two partially burned bodies left in a peat bog.  Intrigued, she wants to learn their story, but questions her sanity when an amulet found on the dig becomes the catalyst that guides her spirit through the portal and into the body of the woman in the bog.  Sarah begins experiencing life in early 17th Century Scotland through the other woman's eyes and flesh.  Unable to control or manipulate events herself, her soul is rendered to that of mere passenger.  Does the amulet contain supernatural powers that allow Sarah to see through the eyes of a woman who lived over four-hundred years ago-- or is she losing her mind?  As Sarah relives events of the past, she must come to terms with her own life in the present-- choices that ultimately not only affect herself, but those she loves...       Excerpt The next day, she had been restless, unable to concentrate on her work or anything else. Since it was Sunday, she decided to go out for a drive. She found herself on scenic Capital of Texas Highway, driving at a reckless speed. The sun blazed brilliantly in the deep blue sky. Loud rock music played on the stereo and she took the curves almost blindly as she stared straight ahead. Something caught her eye off to the right. An eagle was flying overhead and landed gracefully on a cedar. Sarah caught her breath. She turned off the stereo, opened the windows, and inhaled deeply, wrapping one hand around the pendant suspended from her neck. She took in the drone of insects, the calls of birds, and the vivid colors of the wildflowers that grew along the highway. Time almost seemed to slow down and she felt herself drifting away, as if in a trance… …suddenly, everything stopped. The breeze stilled, the hum of insects and the cries of birds were gone. She was floating over hills and valleys, seeing rivers, patchworks of crops, cities and oceans, and then— —images of people flashed before her eyes, like someone flipping channels on a television. They were dressed in clothing from a different time. A town square and marketplace became visible. A horse pulling a wooden cart passed before her on a cobbled street, its hooves distinct against the stone. Sarah was walking down the street and happened to catch her reflection in a puddle. An unfamiliar face peered back at her. Long dark hair cascaded down her back and she was wearing a gray gown and a matching cloak, pulled tight for warmth. Here and there were small patches of snow on the ground. Someone bumped into her shoulder and she stopped momentarily and glanced down to see a short woman smiling up at her. Sarah spoke involuntarily, hearing words and an unfamiliar voice with a brogue coming out of her mouth, “I beg your pardon, Mrs. Bailey.” The shorter woman continued to smile. “Don’t concern yerself with it, Deirdre. It’s such a cold day out…” The scene shimmered and froze— —and then the highway and its surroundings returned to her senses with a burst of life and activity. A squeal of tires. Sarah slammed on the brakes as she realized she was about to collide head on with another car. She pulled to the side of the road and sat shivering in shock. The other driver approached her, an angry look on his face. She tried to open the door, but failed, as her hand couldn’t seem to grasp the latch. She pushed a button and rolled down the window instead. “What the hell were you doing back there?” screamed the irate driver. “I—I’m sorry,” said Sarah. “You just about killed us all!” She finally managed to open the door and lurched from the car, a hand on her head. The man’s anger turned to concern. “Hey, are you okay?” She leaned against her car, grateful to have something to keep her upright. “I’ll be fine. I just need to sit here for a moment.” The world seemed to be spinning. “Maybe you should see a doctor. My wife and I can take you if you can’t drive.” She gave him a weak smile as her vision cleared and everything fell back into place. “Thanks, but I really think I’ll be okay.” The man didn’t look convinced. “Well, if you say so…” He turned and stalked off towards his car. Sarah pulled the psychiatrist’s card from her pocket. She would have to give him a call.

Excellent and thought-provoking
This should be mandatory reading in every high school English class. A unique book. Very well written and enlightening. This book is a first step to finding common ground among the peoples of the world. I loved it.

I couldn't stop reading!
Get ready to take off with the book when you sit down. You are taken right into the scenery, in the moment. then within the first ten pages you are taken into the action. You can be "in the moment" with this book. You can feel the pulse.
Well written and get ready to be immersed. Time will pass quickly and you won't know it. You will be too busy reading and unable to put it down until you are finished.

My only complaint: It's too short - I wanted more
It's been a while since I have read a story that I just could not put down. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. When the story went back to the olden days of Scotland, it felt as if I was actually there and the dialogue was interesting. I understand what the author wanted to convey about religion and sadly the points she touched on, is so true. The love story between Deirdre and Brian was so sad, it broke my heart!