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Witchmark: Daughters of Hecate, #1
Witchmark: Daughters of Hecate, #1
Witchmark: Daughters of Hecate, #1
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Daughters of Hecate ~ Prequel 

Everyone has to start somewhere, unfortunately for me, my story starts in England, and a witchfinder has come to town. Usually when accusations of witchcraft fly around, the accused are just regular women, but sometimes they get it right... and this time we can't run away. 

They've taken everything away from me, and now I'm all alone with nothing but my memories to keep me company, and my thirst for revenge to keep me warm. 

Witchmark is a prequel novella in the "Daughters of Hecate" series. Follow Ophelia Turner's quest for revenge through modern day New York City in "Sticks & Stones." 


*DAUGHTERS OF HECATE SERIES*
PROLOGUE ~ Witchmark
BOOK 1 ~ Sticks & Stones
BOOK 2 ~ Moonlight Burns
BOOK 3 ~ Power of Three
COMPANION NOVELLA ~ Vampire Punk 
BOOK 4 ~ Haven 
BOOK 5 ~ Sands of Time

 

 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 29, 2017
ISBN9781386517061
Witchmark: Daughters of Hecate, #1

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    Witchmark - Meredith Medina

    1

    My story starts the same way they all do. Well, maybe not exactly. One of my earliest memories is of my aunt teaching me to read. She taught me about herbs, and the good and evil they could do to the body. She was a healer, a midwife, a comforter and confidante who also happened to bring babies into the world. Turner women had been midwives and healers for as long as anyone could remember. My grandmother had been a healer, and her mother before her. My sister and I would take over their herb gardens when they were gone. When I was nine that didn’t seem like the most thrilling of careers, but before that I had wanted to be a pony when I grew up, so it was something at least.

    I didn’t have to ask about my father, he was gone before I was born, but it was better this way. My mother taught my sister and I everything we needed to know to help her in the work she shared with our aunt. All that mattered was that we had each other.

    Well, that and keeping our mouths shut about what we really were.

    My sister, Hannah, had a temper, and if she had been able to remember that one simple rule, my life might have been very different.


    Iknow what you’re thinking, midwives in a small English town at the height of the witch hunting craze, of course we were witches. And you’d be right. We were. All of the Turner women were Daughters of Hecate. Men came and went, and my mother and aunt were very open about it. They had lovers, but never married. It had been this way for centuries... and every so often someone would get wise to what was going on. That’s why my grandmother brought my mother and aunt here in the first place. Someone got wise and they left before shit went sideways. We didn’t get that lucky.

    It started quietly enough, as these things always do. My mother took a lover. Unfortunately for him, he was already married. His wife was a frail thing, but she was also the daughter of the magistrate. She had heard whispers in the market about her handsome husband and Ellyn Turner. Rumors spread like windblown fire in towns like ours. Leaping from house to house as the fire smouldered deep in the thatch.

    The rumors started as something small, just a comment here and there. Things said in passing over the purchase of some eggs. A snide remark taken out of context... and the familiar suspicion that always followed unmarried women. Especially unmarried women who looked like my mother.

    To anyone who asked, she always said that my father was dead, killed in a farm accident. People would nod sadly and pat my head, offering their condolences and prayers for his soul. My sister and I always found it funny, but we knew better than to giggle at

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