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Witch Trinity: The Calling - Book One
Witch Trinity: The Calling - Book One
Witch Trinity: The Calling - Book One
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BOOK ONE OF THE WITCH TRINITY SAGA

‘A SUPERNATURAL SERIES FOR THIS GENERATION’

“The longer you stay the more powerful the spell to keep you there will become. You both could be trapped in that building forever.”

Three beautiful females, Delf, Shorn and Serena, are unaware of their magical abilities until the Calling.
After which, they become the most powerful source of magic the world has ever known.
They become the Witch Trinity.
Their purpose? Save the planet!

Unfortunately, things don’t go as planned.
An ancient witch, known as the Crow, sets out to destroy them.

It becomes a race against time with not only Serena’s life hanging in the balance, but the entire human race...

PRAISE FOR WITCH TRINITY:

“Tense, exciting, full of energy”
2B ACTING, PRODUCERS

“A spellbinding book of dark magic and self-discovery. A must-read!’ *****”
WESLEY THOMAS, BEST SELLING AUTHOR

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDavid Jones
Release dateNov 9, 2016
ISBN9781370512522
Witch Trinity: The Calling - Book One
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David Jones

David Jones is a writer living in Yorkshire England.His professional career started as a playwright winning a writer's development grant from The Arts Council England Yorkshire in 2005 and a place on the Yorkshire Arts Circus Writer Development Program in 2006.Since then he has written and had produced plays such as Pimlico - a hard hitting look at the plight of Asylum Seekers in Britain; Full English - highlighted the subject of schizophrenia in the black community; The Cleaner - A tough drama centered on the effects of child abuse and Spike now released and available on Amazon.He was the principal writer of the 'made for Internet' soap drama, 'Today and Tomorrow' produced by 2b Acting Productions, one of the first online TV series.David continues to write for 2b Acting productions.

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    Witch Trinity - David Jones

    ‘A SUPERNATURAL SERIES FOR THIS GENERATION’

    WITCH TRINITY

    THE CALLING

    BOOK ONE

    DAVID JONES

    PRAISE FOR WITCH TRINITY:

    Tense, exciting, full of energy

    2B ACTING, PRODUCERS

    ‘‘A spellbinding book of dark magic and self-discovery. A must-read!’ *****"

    WESLEY THOMAS, BEST SELLING AUTHOR

    2b Acting Ltd
    All rights reserved.
    No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieving system, or performed without permission in writing from 2b Acting Ltd.
    Copyrighted © 2016

    DEDICATION

    To the team that endured the cold, rain and snow to bring the world of Witch Trinity alive with the filming of the digital production for the first two books. Your passion, commitment and fortitude to show this hidden mystical world is something that could not be ignored.

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

    This is a work of fiction: names, characters, places, incidents and dialogues are products of the artist imagination and should not be considered in any way as facts. Any resemblance to life or people, living or dead, events or theories is entirely coincidental. Where the tale comes from is unknown and in this it is magical.

    1 THE GRIMOIRE

    The angle of the sunbeam, landing on the bookshop window, perfectly reflects the image of the woman on the other side of the street.  Should I turn around to see if she really is staring at me? There is no-one else around. Does she know me?  Time is passing slow.  Simon’s few minutes to collect a book, that most of the day was spent searching for, is not as few as he’d promised.  What’s taking him so long?

    I’d already gone into the book shop twice to hurry him.  Could a third visit be used to avoid confronting the lurking stranger behind me? This is silly. Swallowing hard my turn is swift. Surprisingly the words I’d prepared to shout do not form into audible sound.    The stranger’s face prevented them. Instead, my mouth hangs open.  Her face is there yet it isn’t. As an investigative reporter, it’s part of my job to put a description to faces yet on this occasion it cannot be done.  Blurred is the best word that comes to mind. How can someone’s face be blurred?  Just her mesmerising eyes are in focus. Looking at her unwavering pupils, black as coal, they appear to pulsate. The goose bumps, that came up when I’d turned, double, catching the passing air to further prickle my skin. Nausea comes from nowhere, making me swallow hard to stop from vomiting. A chill accompanies the nausea, transferring from my stomach through to both hands, now slightly trembling. A gush of wind briefly moves a strand of the woman’s long black straggled hair across her eyes. With it, there is an instant calm before the grogginess comes back and her uncovered pupils regain their target. Me. She doesn’t move. We face each other like gunfighters from the old western days separated by the road between us. I definitely feel the loser if drawing blazing pistols was a possible outcome of our confrontation. My feet are rooted to the spot. Panic brings with it sweats. Perspiration drips slowly down the side of my cheeks, made worse when the woman moves. Her movement is slow but movement it is. She takes the first step in my direction closing the space between us. With her second step, the heat hits me, like entering the enclosed space of a hot sauna. The air thickens making breathing difficult. She takes the third step when suddenly my right shoulder dips from the soft tap of a hand. Screaming is something unfamiliar to me. It’s too girly. The air, however, on this occasion, suffers a very high pitch tone.

    Simon, who’d tapped me on the shoulder, literally jumps as the wave of sound hits him when I turn to face him.

    Serena, what’s wrong?

    Oh, it’s you.

    What’s with the screaming?

    Sorry.

    Swivelling my head back to look again at the woman.

    She’s gone.

    Who?

    There was a woman.

    Impossible. The woman wasn’t there. How could she have disappeared? There is nowhere to hide. Left, right, nothing. The street on which we stand is long. On her side, high railings run the length of the pavement separating the road from the park. She could not have squeezed through the bars of the railings or have climbed them. Where is she? She is nowhere to be seen. An apparition? Was it imagination? Is that possible?

    I’ve found it.

    Simon’s unexpected announcement returns me to reality. An old book held reverently in the palm of his hand is the object of his attention. As normal he is lost in his world ignoring the craziness of my situation. He slowly flicks through a few of the book’s stained fragile pages with a look of amazement growing with each page turn.

    I’m pleased you’ve finally found it. Now can we go?

    You have no idea what this is. Do you?

    The Grimoire of Agrippa you’ve talked about it for ages.

    He had talked about the Grimoire lots. Seeing it in his hands the hope is it will no longer be a topic of our conversations. Thinking back, it’s about three months ago he’d suddenly developed an unexplained obsession to find this book.

    Grimoires - books of magic spells - have for ages exerted a huge influence on science. This was his argument. How that fitted with his university dissertation on ‘collision probability of a subatomic particle in a vacuum’ is still a mystery. Yet, I’d volunteered to help him search for it after he exhausted his university’s resources. Fortunately for him, an article for the paper I work freelance for, brought me in contact with Brian Chambers.

    Brian Chambers, professor of ancient history at the University of London, has written extensively about the history of magic, witchcraft and ghosts. Last month his insight helped me to finish the article on a rise in Pagan ceremonies. It was supposed to be a light-hearted piece about ‘wannabe’ witches - young girls chanting spells in an attempt to find themselves boyfriends. It was a surprise to find that some people take this stuff seriously. Professor Chambers was definitely one of those that did. The expected twenty minutes’ quick coffee with him lasted three hours and ended with a tour of a very spooky crypt in Kensington where he kept his main research material on the subject.

    An overflowing font of knowledge, the Professor’s rendition was thorough. It started as a simple question on whether or not it was possible to make love potions using household ingredients. Surprisingly the answer is yes. The Professor then went on to outlined a tale spanning centuries on how mother nature’s fruits, plants, mushrooms, flowers, herbs and all manner of specimens can be mixed and brewed to cure all sorts of ailments, endow individuals with unusual courage or strength, ward off evil, bring good fortune, alter the outcome of battles, etc. In fact, rituals previously performed by witches to make the right brews are to a greater or lesser extent embedded in tea and coffee-making techniques used in societies around the world. There are many people relying on their tea or coffee: Early morning pickups, to calm anxieties, to ward off exhaustion, to induce sleep, etc. Among some cultures, mainly in Asian and South American countries, there are those with more historical knowledge on mixing the brews which include love potions.

    It’s true then?

    With the internet as a source, I’d say yes.

    That’s fascinating.

    I’m happy to talk more.

    No. That’s ok. There is more than enough for the article.

    Pleased to be of help.

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