by Cate Tiernan
Just looking at the books` spines, I felt that my mind was blooming like a flower. I hadn't known books like this existed—ancient volumes describing magic and rituals. I was seeing a whole new world. Bree wasn't in sight, so I walked down the aisle and headed for the other side of the store. She was looking at candles. One large shelf unit was like candle mania. There were huge pillar candles; tiny little birthday-style candles; candles in the shape of people, men and, women; nice dining-table tapers; star-shaped votives: You name it, this store had it "Oh my god."I pointed to a candle in the shape of a life-size penis. At least I assumed it was life-size. I hadn't seen one up close since Robbie had flashed my class in first grade. Bree giggled. "Let's get a bunch of these for tonight. They would make dinner really festive." I laughed. "My mom would keel over." Most of the other candles were pretty, hand dipped in graduating shades of colr , some in earth tones,some in rainbow colors. A little rhyme came into my head: Firelight, my soul is bright. I didn;t know where it came from—probably some Mother Goose book I had when I was younger. It reminded me of how I had felt the night before, looking into the fire at the circle. Page 25
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“Are you looking for anything in particular?”I asked. Bree had moved to examine shelves of glass jars, each filled with herbs or powders. One section was called essential oils, with row after row of tiny dark brown glass vials. The air was heavy with scent there: jasmine, orange, patchouli, clove, cinnamon, rose.
“Not really,”Bree said,reading jar labels.“Just checking it out.” “I think we should maybe get a book on the history of Wicca,”I suggested.“For starters, anyway.” Bree looked at me."You're getting into this, huh?" I nodded self-consciously. "I think it's cool. I'm curious to learn more about it" Bree smiled at me. "You're sure it's not just a crush on cal?" Before I could answer, she was.studying a small bottle and opening it. The scent of roses after a summer rain filled
theair.
I was about to say that wasn't it at all. Instead I stood there, staring at my clogs. I did have a crush onCal . Though I knew better than anybody he was out of my league, I was drawn to him. What a pair we would make: Cal, the most beautiful person in the world, and Morgan, the girl who had never been on a date.
I stood still and silent in the aisle of Practical Magick , overwhelmed by a strange sense of longing. I longed forCal , and I longed for ... this.These books and these smells and these things. New emotions—passion; yearning; gnawing, inexplicable curiosity—were waking up inside me, and it was thrilling and threatening at the same time. One part of me wished they would go back to sleep. I looked up to try to explain some of it to Bree, but now she was bent intently over the jewelry case, and I had no idea how to put my feelings into words. As I was gazing blankly at the labels on the packets of incense, I felt a slight prickling on the back of my neck. I looked up and was startled by the intent gaze the store clerk had fastened on me. The clerk was an older guy, maybe in his early thirties, but with short gray hair that made him appear older than he probably was. And he was looking at me with a focused, un-moving stare, as if I were a new kind of reptile, something incredibly interesting. Most guys don't look at me that way. For one thing, I'm usually with either Bree or Mary K. Bree is straight-up gorgeous, and Mary K. is totally cute. I'd heard that a guy in my class, Bakker Blackburn, was thinking about asking her out Already Mom and Dad had started instituting rules about dating and going steady and all that stuff—rules they hadn't needed to worry about with me. I turned my back to the clerk. Had he mistaken me for someone he knew? Finally Bree came up and tapped me on the shoulder.
"Find anything interesting?"
"Yeah, this," I said, pointing to a package of incense called Love Me Tonight. Page 26
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Bree smiled."Ooh, baby.”
Laughing, we headed for the bookshelves and started readying titles. There was a whole shelf of books labeled Booksof Shadows . One by one I opened them, and they were all completely blank, like journals. Some were like cheap notebooks; some were fancier, with marbled endpapers and deckle-edged leaves; and some were bound in gold-stamped leather, oversized and heavy. I felt sudden distaste for the girlish, pink vinyl-covered journal I'd been keeping since ninth grade. Fifteen minutes later Bree had chosen a couple of Wiccan reference books, and I had settled on one about a woman who had suddenly discovered Wicca when she was in her thirties and how it had changed her life. It seemed to explain Wicca in a personal way. The books were kind of expensive, and I don't have Bree's access to parental credit, so I was was getting only one. We headed to the counter.
“This it for you?" the store clerk asked Bree. "Uh-huh." Bree dug in her purse for her wallet "We can swap books when we're finished," she said to me.
Good idea," I said.
"Do you have everything you need for Samhain ?" the clerk asked. " Samhain?"Bree looked up.
"One of the biggest Wiccan festivals," the clerk said and pointed to a poster tacked to the wall with rusty thumbtacks. It depicted a large purple wheel. At the top it said The Witches' Sabbats . At eight points around the wheel were the names of Wiccan celebrations and their dates. Mabon appeared at nine o'clock on the wheel. At about ten-thirty was the word Samhain , October 31. My eyes scanned the wheel, fascinated. Yule, Imbolc , Ostara , Beltane, Litha , Lammas, Mabon , Samhain . The very words were strange and also somehow familiar and poetic sounding to me. Tapping it with his finger, the clerk said, "Get your black and orange candles now." "Oh, right," Bree said, nodding. "If you need more information, there are a couple of great books about our festivals, sabbats , and esbats ," said the clerk He was speaking to Bree but looking at me. I was dying forthe books but didn't have enough money with me. "Hang on—let me get them." Bree followed him back to the bookshelves to get the ones he recommended.
I heard a lightbulb flickering overhead and felt the spiral of incense smoke rising above its little stand. As I stood there, it seemed as if everything around me was actually vibrating, almost As if it was full of energy, like a beehive. I blinked and shook my head. My hair suddenly felt heavy. I wishedCal were there.
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The clerk returned while Bree continued browsing. He stared at me. The silence was so awkward I broke it "Why is magic spelled with a K here?" I heard myself asking him "To distinguish it from illusionary magic," he responded, as though it was very strange of me not to know this.
He went right back to his silent stare. "What's your name?" he finally asked me in a soft voice. I looked at him."Um, Morgan. Why?" "I mean, who are you?" Though soft, the soft voice was quietly insistent. Who am I? I frowned at him. What did he want me to say? “Tm a junior at Widow's Vale," I offered awkwardly.
The clerk looked puzzled, as if hewere asking me a question in English and I was insisting on answering in Spanish.
Bree came back, holding a book called Sabbats : Past and Present, by Sarah Morningstar. “I'll get this, too," she said, sliding it onto the counter. The clerk silently rang it up. Then, as Bree took her paper bag, he said to me, "You might be interested in one of our history books." He reached for it beneath the worn wooden counter. It's black, I thought, and he pulled out a black-covered paperback. Its title was The Seven Great Clans::Origins of Witchcraft Examined.
I stared at the book, tempted to blurt out,"That's mine!" But of course it wasn't mine—I had never seen it before. I
I stared at the book, tempted to blurt out,"That's mine!" But of course it wasn't mine—I had never seen it before. I wondered why it seemed so familiar. “It's practically required reading,”the clerk said, looking at me. “It's important to know about blood witches,” he went on. “You never know when you might meet one.” I nodded quickly. “I'll take it,”I said, and fished out my wallet. Buying it cleaned me out entirely. When I ha
d bought my books, we took our bags and stepped again into the sunny day. Bree slipped on her sunglasses and instantly looked like a celebrity going incognito. "What a cool place, huh?"
"Very cool," I said, though for me that didn't express even a tiny part of the emotions storming in my chest.
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7. Metamorphosis
>.<”In many villages, innocents turn to their local witch as a healer, midwife, and sorceress. I say, better to submit to the will of God, for death must come to all in time.” —Mother Clare Michael, froma letter to her niece, 1824 >.<
I can't stop thinking about Practical Magick and the strange mixture of fear and familiarity I felt there. Why did the names of the esbats and festivals feel like deeply buried memories? I never gave much thought to the possibility of past lives, but now, who knows?
"Morgan! Mary K.!" my mom called from downstairs. "Eileen's here!" I rolled off my bed, marked my place in the book, and put it on my desk next toBar journal, trying to pull myself back to the regular world. I was blown away by what I had been reading—about Wicca's roots in pre-ChristianEurope thousands and thousands of years ago. My brain still felt glazed as I padded downstairs in my socks just as my dad came in the front door with bags of food from Kabob Palace, Widow's Vale's only Middle Eastern restaurant The smell of falafel and hummus started bringing me back to my senses. I went into the living room, where the rest of the group was already gathered. "Hi, Aunt Eileen," I said, and hugged her hello. "Hi, sweetie," she said. "I'd like you to meet my friend, Paula Steen." Paula stood up as I turned toward her, a smile already on my face. The first impression I had was of animals, as if Paula were covered with animals. I stopped dead and blinked. I mean, I saw Paula: She was a bit taller than I am, with sandy hair down to her shoulders and wide, pale green eyes. But IBut I also saw dogs and cats and birds and rabbits all around her. It was weird and scary, and I felt an instant of panic.
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"Hi, Morgan," Paula said, her voice friendly. "Urn, are you okay?" "I'm seeing animals," I said faintly, wondering if I should sit down and put my head between my knees.
Paula laughed. "I guess I can never quite get all the fur off," she said matter-of- factly.'Tma vet," she explained, "and I just came from a Sunday clinic." She looked down at her skirt and jacket"!thought with enough masking tape, I might be presentable." "Oh, you are!" I said, feeling stupid. "You look fine." I shook my head and blinked a couple of times, and all the weird afterimages were gone. "I don't know what's wrong with me.” “Maybe you're psychic,”Paula suggested easily, as if she were suggesting that maybe I was a vegetarian or a Democrat.
"Or maybe she's just a weirdo," Mary K. said brightly, and I aimed a kick at her leg. The doorbell rang, and I ran to get it. "What's she like?" whispered Bree, stepping into the foyer. "She's great I'm a freak," I whispered back as Bree hung her jacket on a peg. "You can explain later," she said and followed me into the living room to meet Paula. "Okay!" my mom announced a few minutes later. "Why don't you all come in and sit down? Food's ready."
Once we were seated and served, I thought back to what I had said. Why had I seen those images of animals? Why did I say anything? In spite of my weirdness, dinner was great I liked Paula right away. She was warm and funny and obviously crazy about Aunt Eileen. I was happy to have Bree there, talking to everyone and teasing Mary K. She felt like one of us, one of our family. Once she told me that she loves coming to our house for dinner because it feels like a real family. At her house it's usually just her and her dad.Or just her, eating alone.
As I was helping myself to more tabouli , I looked up and absently said, "Oh, Mom—it's Ms. Fiorello ."
"What?" my mom asked, dipping her pita bread into some hummus. Just then the phone rang. Mom got up to answer itShe talked in the kitchen for a minute, then hung up and came to sit back down. She looked at me.
"It was Betty Fiorello ," she said. "Had she told you she was going to call?" I shook my head and applied myself to my tabouli . Bree and Mary K. started humming the theme from The X-Files. "She is psychic!" Aunt Eileen laughed. "Quick, who's going to win the play-offs for the World Page 30
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Series?"
I laughed self-consciously. "Sorry. Nothing's coming to me." Dinner went on, and Mary K. teased me about my supernatural brain powers. A couple of times I felt my mother's eyes on me.
Maybe since I had been in the circle, since I had banished limitations, something inside me was opening up. I didn't know whether to feel glad or terrified. I wanted to talk to Bree about it, but she had to get home right after dinner.
"Bye, Mr. and Mrs. Rowlands," Bree said, putting on her jacket "Thanks for dinner—it was great. Nice meeting you, Paula."
Later, after Aunt Eileen and Paula left, I went upstairs and did my calculus homework I called Bree, but she was watching a football game with her dad and said she'd talk to me the next day. Around eleven I got a weird urge to callCal and tell him what was going on with me. Luckily I realized how completely insane this was and let the urge pass. I fell asleep with my face against the pages of The Seven Great Clans.
"Welcome to Rowlands Airlines," I intoned on Monday morning as Mary K. slid into the car, trying to hold her cardboard tray level so the scrambled eggs didn't slide into her lap. "Please fasten your seat belts and keep your seat in
itsupright and locked position."
Mary K. giggled and took a bite of her sausage patty. "Looks like rain," she said, chewing. "I hope it does rain so Mr. Herndon won't clean his stupid gutters," I said, steering with my knees so I could open a soda.
Mary K. paused, her eyes narrowed. "Urn, okaaay '' she said in an exaggerated soothing tone. "I hope so, too." She continued chewing, giving me a sidelong glance."Are weback to The X-Files again?" I tried to laugh, but I was puzzled by my own words. The Herndons were an old couple who lived three houses down. I hardly ever thought about them. "Maybe you're metamorphosing into a higher being" my sister suggested, opening a small carton of orange juice. She took a deep swig,then wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Her straight, shiny, russet-colored hair swung in a perfect bell to her shoulders, and she looked pretty and feminine, like my mom.
"I'm already a superior being," I reminded her. "I said higher, not superior" Mary K. said. I took another drink and sighed, feeling my brain cells waking up. Another one of these and I would feel ready to face the day.Cal would be at school.Just the idea that I would seeCal soon, be able Page 31
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to talk to him, made me so pleasantly nervous that my hands tightened on the steering wheel. “Um, Morgan?” Mary K.'svoice was tentative. “Yeah?”
“Call me old-fashioned, but it's traditional to stop for red lights." I snapped to attention, leaning forward, tensed to brake. Looking back quickly, I saw that I had just breezed through the intersection of St Mary's and Dimson, right through a red light At this hour of the morning there was always traffic. It was amazing we hadn't gotten into an accident—no one had even honked.
"Jeez, Mare, I'm sorry," I said, clutching the steering wheel. "I was daydreaming. Sorry. I'll be more careful."
"That would be good," she said calmly. She scooped up the last of her scrambled eggs and shoved the tray into my car's trash bag.
We managed to get to school without my killing us, and I found a great parking spot practically right outside the building. Mary K. was immediately surrounded by a gaggle of friends who ran over to greet her. Mary K. had arrived: The party could begin. I saw Bree and Robbie hanging out not by the stoners, not by the nerds, not by the cool kids, but in a completely new area around the old cement benches that face each other across the brick path by the east-side door. Raven was th
ere, Jenna and Matt, Beth, Ethan, Alessandra,Todd , Suzanne, Sharon, andCal. Everyone who had done the circle Saturday night. My heart started a slow, dull pound. Before I got there, Chris walked up and spoke to Bree. Frowning, she headed off with him, talking intently as they walked away.
"Hey, Morgan," said Tamara, walking up to me. I glanced over atCal . He was talking to Ethan. "Hi," I said."How was your weekend?" "Okay. I called you on Sunday, but I guess you were at church. How was the circle? What happened after I left?"
I grinned. "It was really neat," I said. "We just made a circle and went around the fire. We talked about things we
wantedto get rid of."
"Like... pollution or what?" asked Tamara. "Pollution!"I said. "That would have been a good one. I wish I'd thought of it. No, stuff like anger and fear. Ethan tried to banish his stepmother." Tamara laughed, and Janice walked up and joined us. "Hi," she said, pushing her glasses up on her delicate nose. "Listen,Tarn , I have to go put a proof Page 32
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up on Dr. Gonzalez's board. Want to come?" "Sure," said Tamara. "Coming, Morgan?" "No, that's okay," I said. They walked off, and I headed over to the east-side benches. "Hey, Morgan," Jenna said, sounding friendly. "Hi," I said.
"We're talking about our next circle," Raven said. "That is, if you've recovered." Today Raven was wearing a boned maroon corset, a black skirt, black ankle boots, and a black velvet jacket Eye-catching.
