Exclusive Excerpt for Bewitching Tour
There had always been only one wand in the coven. It had been passed down from one coven leader to the next. Not only was it imbued with the power of the lightning, it had absorbed the powers of the coven leaders.
A new generation of witches with their own wands would be a different direction for the coven, but in her heart, Eva Grace felt it was right. This was the twenty-first century, and the witches around her table were strong and capable. Theyâd proven that in the meadow by standing united with Brenna when she faced Willow. It was time for change.
âUnless passed down in the coven, a wand chooses its user,â Brenna said. âWe all learned that as children.â She pushed the box to the middle of the table and picked up her own wand. âTake your time and let your emotions guide you.â
Once again, the room was silent. Eva Grace looked at the beautiful woods, the carvings so lovingly made by Marcus, and suddenly knew hers would be the cedar. It would cleanse negativity in the atmosphere and would also be perfect for creating a sacred place, which she had been planning since moving to her new home. She held out her hand, and the cedar wand rose toward her. Her fingers closed around it, and warmth moved up her arm to her heart. With this wand her magic would increase, and its power would be positive and personal. She smiled at Brenna, feeling the magical thread that bound them strengthen.
Fiona studied the remaining magical implements for a moment, then took the gleaming cherry wand. An intricate, carved line ran down one side, all the way to the tapered base. âOh my,â
Fiona whispered, a look of wonder on her face. Cherry would help keep Fiona grounded, especially when she interacted with several spirits at once. It stabilized and focused magic and helped its owner go beyond the obstacles in her path
Without hesitation, Lauren picked up the ash wood wand and raised it to create a ring of sparkles over their heads. âOh, yeah, this one is mine,â she said and laughed with delight.
The light-colored wood with polished moonstones pulsed with intelligence, curiosity and the elements.
Eva Grace thought it suited her glamorous, passionate cousin.
âAnd this is mine,â Maggie said, although she didnât touch the remaining wand.
âItâs chestnut,â Brenna said.
Still Maggie didnât move. Eva Grace grew worried as the silence stretched. Maggie had shown her mettle at the battle with Willow, but Eva Grace suspected she still saw herself as the weak link.
âChestnut is for those who seek justice,â Brenna said. Maggie lifted her chin.
âJustice is needed in this world.â She grasped the wand and a bolt of light shot up to the ceiling.
âHoly goddess,â she murmured as a smile spread across her face. âI didnât know it would feel like this, as if youâre safely at home.â
She caressed the beautiful etchings that covered the deep reds and golds in the wood.
Around the table, her witch cousins tested their wands for heft and studied the carvings and crystals.
There were four crystals on Eva Graceâs wand that were essential for an empath. Rose quartz would force away negative feelings, the black tourmaline was for protection, the amethyst would strengthen her intuition, and malachite would remove emotional blockages.
Once again, Brenna picked up the family wand. âAs you all know, a wand wonât work unless you can focus all of your intention on what you want it to do. Thatâs something youâll have to practice. Iâm learning on the job myself.â Her mischievous grin flashed.
âBut it feels natural,â Fiona said as her wand glowed.
âWe mustnât forget these are weapons,â Brenna said, her teasing tone gone.