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The Witch of Blacklion By Joy Ross Davis
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In 1915 Ireland, two young married couples face obstacles that could not only ruin their marriages but takes their lives, as well.
Excerpt – Mordecai stood atop the mountains that encircled the small town of Blacklion and groaned. As a warrior angel, the mightiest in the heavens, the one who was always called first to lead battles against enemies, the one who reigned always victorious, he gazed at the small town with a sense of dread. It had only one main street and less than five hundred people, and this, this was what he’d come to: a babysitter for mortals. What could possibly happen in this town that would warrant his protection? He groaned again when he thought of it and covered his face with his hands. His shimmering white wings tipped in deep blue fluttered behind him. “I’m wasting my time with mortals when I am needed elsewhere?”
“But you are the only one strong enough to do this,” his Superior had said. “The only one. Our mightiest warrior will become the mightiest invisible guardian. Your two strong arms will keep them from harm.”
Mordecai played the words back again and again.
“It is a matter of grave importance, my brother,” his Supervisor had said, “for the town and the earth at large, a matter of some concern.”
“The earth at large?”
Mordecai sighed, pulled a damson plum from a nearby tree, and eased his 7’2” frame onto a large boulder and sat. He brushed stray hairs from his face, untied the bun at the back of his head, and let his white-gold hair fall behind his uncommonly broad muscular shoulders down to his narrow waist. He stretched his arms in front of him, the same arms bulging with strength, rippling with muscles born from steady use and hundreds of victories in battle. Then he took a moment to sniff the damson, break it open and taste it.
“Ah,” he said. “such luscious fruit.”
He smiled; then his thoughts drifted back to the task at hand.
What would become of his warrior’s body now? What would become of them, those two strong arms, now that he’d been sent from his heavenly home down to earth to live and guard this town?
Something caught his attention. It appeared to be someone walking on the dirt road far below him.
An enemy perhaps?
Mordecai smiled and readied himself for battle. Then he wound his way through the large boulders of the craggy mountain, each step easing him more and more into his warrior mode until by the time he’d reached a landing only a few feet above the road, he was armed and ready.
“I am Mordecai,” he whispered to himself, “mightiest of the warrior angels.”
The words of his Supervisor echoed in his ears.
“These are humans, mortals. If you kill them, they will not rise again. Conquer by your wits and your strength, not by your sword. Your warrior’s body must now serve you in a different way.”
Mordecai sheathed his gleaming sword.
Looking down at the dirt road below, he saw a wrinkled, hideous looking old woman hobbling with the aid of a walking stick. Instantly, he knew who she was: the old hag he’d been warned about.
“This is the fearsome witch who’s terrorized the town for years?”
He laughed out loud then, and even though no one should have been able to hear him, the old hag turned her head slowly in his direction and narrowed her eyes.
Mordecai watched as she stared into his space and then dismissed him with a wave of her claw-shaped hand.
He followed her with his violet eyes until she disappeared inside a grand old house.
“A witch, she claims?”
Modecai seated himself again.
“Then she will be the first to go.”
About the Author:
Joy Ross Davis is of Irish descent and a student of the lore and magic found in the hills of Tennessee. After a twenty-five year career as a college English professor, she traveled to Ireland and worked as a writer and photographer, publishing numerous travel articles and photos for an Irish travel agency. She has been a contributing feature writer for a local newspaper and has published articles in Southern literary magazines. She lives in Alabama with her son and beloved dogs. She loves to speak at conferences, book club meetings, and events to share her connection with angels and the stories behind her books.