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A Witch's Feast

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CONTENTS

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Chapter One - Jack

Chapter Two - Tobias

Chapter Three - Fiona

Chapter Four - Tobias

Chapter Five - Fiona

Chapter Six - Fiona

Chapter Seven - Thomas

Chapter Eight - Thomas

Chapter Nine - Jack

Chapter Ten - Fiona

Chapter Eleven - Thomas

Chapter Twelve - Fiona

Chapter Thirteen - Tobias

Chapter Fourteen - Fiona

Chapter Fifteen - Tobias

Chapter Sixteen - Thomas

Chapter Seventeen - Jack

Chapter Eighteen - Fiona

Chapter Nineteen - Thomas

Chapter Twenty - Jack

Chapter Twenty-One - Thomas

Chapter Twenty-Two - Thomas

Chapter Twenty-Three - Fiona

Chapter Twenty-Four - Fiona

Chapter Twenty-Five - Thomas

Chapter Twenty-Six - Fiona

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Tobias

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Jack

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Tobias

Chapter Thirty - Fiona

Chapter Thirty-One - Thomas

Chapter Thirty-Two - Tobias

Chapter Thirty-Three - Fiona

Chapter Thirty-Four - Thomas

Chapter Thirty-Five - Fiona

Chapter Thirty-Six - Fiona

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Jack

Chapter Thirty-Eight - Thomas

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Fiona

Chapter Forty - Thomas

Chapter Forty-One - Thomas

Chapter Forty-Two - Fiona

Chapter Forty-Three - Fiona

Chapter Forty-Four - Fiona

Chapter Forty-Five - Tobias

Chapter Forty-Six - Fiona

Chapter Forty-Seven - Fiona

Chapter Forty-Eight - Thomas

Chapter Forty-Nine - Celia

Chapter Fifty - Celia

Chapter Fifty-One - Celia

Chapter Fifty-Two - Jack

Chapter Fifty-Three - Jack

Chapter Fifty-Four - Fiona

Chapter Fifty-Five - Fiona

Chapter Fifty-Six - Tobias

Chapter Fifty-Seven - Fiona

Chapter Fifty-Eight - Celia

Chapter Fifty-Nine - Tobias

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While a ghostly army terrorizes Boston, Fiona and her friends are forced to flee the city. Luckily, the esteemed Ranulf family has offered private tutoring at their old plantation in Virginia. It would be the perfect place for Fiona to practice her new witchcraft skills.
 

Except for one thing: The Ranulfs come from a long line of witch-hunters. Even worse—Tobias has been acting strangely, spending time with the witch-hunters’ obnoxious daughter.
 

When Fiona digs deeper, she uncovers not only the twisted history of the plantation, but also a terrible secret about Tobias.

And as the bloodthirsty cult closes in, she is forced to confront the demons of her own past.

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A Witch’s Feast

Book 2 of the Memento Mori Series.

Published by Gothic Imprints.

Copyright © 2015 by C.N. Crawford.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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Summary of The Witching Elm
 

A Witch’s Feast
is the sequel to
The Witching Elm.
 

This summary contains major spoilers from
The Witching Elm.
 

In the first book,
Tobias Corvin was forced to flee his magical homeland after the monster, Rawhed, rampaged through his city. In his chaotic flight, Tobias became separated from his girlfriend, Eden, and her brother Oswald.
 

After arriving in Boston, Tobias met his new roommate, Alan. Tobias blended in at the school by passing himself off as an exchange student from England.

But after summoning a demon and murdering a succubus, Tobias could no longer hide his witchy side (or, as Tobias would tell you, his
philosopher
side). At least, he couldn’t keep it a secret from Alan and a trio of magic-obsessed girls (Celia, Fiona, and Mariana).
 

Tobias and Fiona grew closer, and when she wasn’t going on dates with the beautiful and charming Jack, she was practicing magic with Tobias. Among other things, Fiona learned how to transform into a bat. The group of friends formed a coven that practiced magic in a secret tower, so when Rawhed’s ghostly army appeared in Boston one night, Tobias, Fiona and the rest jumped into action.
 

They joined forces with Thomas, a British folklore student who helped them uncover the key to defeating Rawhed: they needed to bury the bones of the Wampanoag leader, King Philip, in a magical ceremony performed in Tobias’s magical homeland.
 

As Rawhed’s army closed in, Tobias and his friends rushed to get to Maremount. They hit a stumbling block when confronted by Munroe, a classmate who worshipped an ancient god of blood. Munroe’s religion forbade the use of magic. But in the chaos of Rawhed’s attack—and with the school building burning around them—Tobias’s coven found a way past Munroe and her witch-hunting friends.
 

But the coven hit another obstacle when they learned of a betrayal from one of their own. The blonde and gorgeous Celia wasn’t just a witch in Tobias’s coven, but was secretly an exiled member of Maremount’s royal family. And in trying to save her cousin from Maremount’s scaffold, she got her entire coven into trouble.
 

After a fight with the royal guards, Fiona and Tobias fled to the woods—where they encountered Rawhed himself. And he was not who the expected. As it turned out, Rawhed and Jack were the same person. Fiona’s boyfriend was not the beautiful teenager she’d thought, but a four-hundred-year old alchemist. Not only did Jack eat human flesh, but he had once been a judge in the Salem Witch Trials.

Meanwhile, Jack’s forces had condemned Tobias’s girlfriend to death. When Tobias rushed to save Eden from the gallows, he was forced to chose between saving Eden and saving Fiona. He chose to save Fiona first, and he watched as Eden’s neck snapped.
 

When the book ended, Tobias, Fiona, and the rest of the coven had just made it back to Boston. But the remnants of Jack’s army still terrorized the city, and both Thomas and Celia had been left behind in Maremount.
 

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To James, who should really nap more.

CHAPTER ONE
Jack

Warm water ran down Jack’s skin, and he watched the sulfurous mud slough off his body and into the drain. Inhaling the steam, he squeezed a big dollop of lavender soap into a loofa and began to scrub at the dried mud and gore on his chest. Red and brown streaks swirled on the shower floor.

He felt a wave of nausea when he thought of Fiona’s face after she’d seen him with the blood dripping down his chin. She’d called him a monster, as if he were Old Cratten himself. He wasn’t sure what had horrified her more: watching him eat someone’s heart, learning of his role in the Salem Witch Trials, or the fact that he’d once been an unsightly old man. He had a suspicion that she was the most repulsed by the thought of him with sagging flesh and rheumy eyes. Well, he was no longer burdened with that body. He scrubbed at the caked dirt on his arms, admiring the smooth skin on his muscles as he did so.

When the shower floor was clear of blood, he turned off the
 
water and stepped out. Grabbing a towel, he rubbed at his black hair and aching limbs. Being hunted out of another dimension by a spirit-assisted army wasn’t something that happened every day, not even to him.

He massaged his shoulders and neck with almond lotion. Fiona would come round. Of course he’d killed people over the years, but someone else had already condemned them to death. That was the point—death is inevitable. The Creator had passed her sentence.
 

When he was a boy, he had tried to save one person at a time. He had protested when he saw those women whipped in the dirt streets at his father’s orders. (What would his father have done to him if he’d known he was a Philosopher and not a Puritan?)

He sighed. It had always been someone named Ann who was tormented in those days—an Ann being hanged or beaten in the streets, an Ann starving to death in a muddy jail cell, his mother, Ann, losing her mind and thrusting a kitchen knife through the delicate bones in her hand. But what would happen if he
had
saved one of those Anns? They’d get a short reprieve from their corporeal punishment—no more. The Creator’s curse was universally applied.

A knocking at the door interrupted his thoughts. Elsa, probably. His petite blonde neighbor always found a reason to stop by. She would wait.

He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he pulled on a pair of silk underwear. That idiot, his ancestor Nathaniel Hawthorne, had called him a “black-browed Puritan.” It was true that his eyebrows were black and severe, but beautiful blue eyes twinkled beneath them. He had his diet to thank for his porcelain skin and flushed cheeks. It was only unfortunate that ingesting human flesh left him with a perpetual hunger, gnawing at him even now.
 

Stretching his arms above his head, he loosened the muscles in his back and stepped into his bedroom, casting a quick glance at the dark storm raging outside. He pulled out gray wool pants, a navy blue T-shirt, and an ashy cashmere sweater from his bureau. As he dressed, a flicker of movement caught his eye. A gypsy moth fluttered near the ceiling, but no aura glowed around it. It was an ordinary moth—not a philosopher’s familiar.

The caller knocked again, louder this time.

“Samael’s skin,” he grumbled as he walked to the entrance. He forced himself to smile as he opened the door.

“Hi, Jack!” Elsa beamed at him and twirled a long strand of blond hair around her finger. “I got a piece of your mail again.”

He smiled, tilting his head. “It’s almost as if you were taking it out of my mailbox.”

Her smile disappeared, and he inhaled the metallic smell of cortisol. Her fear was scrumptious.

He leaned against the doorframe, taking the letter from her hand. “I was only joking.” He lowered his chin and looked up at her from beneath his long lashes.

She smiled again, exhaling. “Oh.”

He moved toward her. “What is that scent you’re wearing? It’s lovely.” Lifting her wrist to his nose, he inhaled and closed his eyes. Could he really be this hungry again?

She blushed, looking away. “Oh, I’m not—it’s not anything. Just me, I guess.”

Her thin wrist lay in his hand as he looked into her eyes, pulling her in slightly closer. He wanted to start with her belly. When the little ribs cracked and the blood flowed hot into his hands… but he mustn’t think about it like that. It was vile, and it wasn’t time to eat yet. “Do you want to come over tomorrow evening for some tea?”

“I’d love that.” She pulled her wrist away. “I could come by at seven.”

“I look forward to it.” He rubbed his thumb over her wrist before releasing it.

After casting one last glance at him with a flicker of a smile, she strutted down the hall, tugging at the edge of her white T-shirt.

After closing the door, he took a seat on the chaise lounge. He picked up a warm cup of over-brewed tea and plucked out the tea bag. Just a few moments of pure relaxation was all he needed, safe inside his apartment as the storm god raged outside.
 

A sizzling noise disrupted the quiet of the room, followed by a burning smell.

“Samael’s skin!” He jumped up and peered into the lampshade’s opening.

The moth’s blackened body twitched against the lightbulb, and a thin tendril of smoke curled up into the air.

CHAPTER TWO
Tobias

His jaw set tight, Tobias skulked along Walnut Street’s brick sidewalk. In the roiling skies above, the storm god raged, spearing the charcoal morning sky with light and lashing Beacon Hill’s narrow streets with rain.
 

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