Magic Lessons: A Prequel to Practical Magic

Hannah knew full well that you do not choose a familiar, it chooses you, bonding with you in a way no other creature can.

When presented with the book, on Midsummer Night in the year she turned ten, Maria cried hot tears, the first time she could recall doing so, for although witches are said to be unable to cry, rare occasions cause them to do so. Maria was swept up by raw emotion and gratitude, and from that day forward she cried when she was flooded by her response

There were those in the county known to practice the Nameless Art, spells and rituals handed down through the generations by cunning folk who knew more than most. These women understood the mysterious nature of medicine and love

She knew how to walk in the shadows so she wouldn’t shine in the darkness. No one looked at her twice.

she stood in the brilliant light she sometimes found herself yearning for the dark green of the forest where ferns turned black in the frost.

Adrie

a master at the Nameless Art.

Abracadabra, I create as I speak, taken from the even earlier Aramaic chant, Avra kadavra, It will be created in my words.

Who she truly was, she kept secret, a stone she had swallowed, those talents and traits she had inherited from the nameless women who had come before her.