The Line (Witching Savannah)
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Savannah is considered a Southern treasure, a city of beauty with a rich, colorful past. Some might even call it magical…
To the uninitiated, Savannah shows only her bright face and genteel manner. Those who know her well, though, can see beyond her colonial trappings and small-city charm to a world where witchcraft is respected, Hoodoo is feared, and spirits linger. Mercy Taylor is all too familiar with the supernatural side of Savannah, being a member of the most powerful family of witches in the South.
Despite being powerless herself, of course.
Having grown up without magic of her own, in the shadow of her talented and charismatic twin sister, Mercy has always thought herself content. But when a series of mishaps—culminating in the death of the Taylor matriarch—leaves a vacuum in the mystical underpinnings of Savannah, she finds herself thrust into a mystery that could shake her family apart…and unleash a darkness the line of Taylor witches has been keeping at bay for generations.
In The Line, the first book of the Witching Savannah series, J.D. Horn weaves magic, romance, and betrayal into a captivating Southern Gothic fantasy with a contemporary flare.
say, tearing my drawings in two. So I’d sit there in that straight-back, wicker bottomed chair with nothing but my imagination to keep me company. It was there that I started making up many of the outrageous stories I now shared on my tours. I took a couple steps farther in. To the right was Ginny’s rarely used dining room. To the left, a room whose furnishings were so antiquated I could only bring myself to think of it as a parlor. There was absolute silence in the house. Except for the
my stomach turn. It was bad enough to know my aunt was involved with him. I certainly didn’t want to consider the possibility that my mother had once had a connection to him. The thought was enough to make me lose my game face, and my guys noticed it. “Are you okay?” the tall one asked. He probably had a daughter my age, I realized. “Do we need to worry about him for you?” “Why no, not at all,” I said and managed a not-too-fake sounding laugh. I was getting too good at this lying game. “You
would, I prayed that it wouldn’t pick him. He wasn’t a man who would use the power well. “I’m here for the Taylors. The ‘hick’ Taylors, that is, not the fancy city Taylors,” said Abby, an ample yet kind-looking woman about Ellen’s age. It was true, the extended Taylors were pretty rustic in their manners and dress. But we really didn’t look down on them, at least not much. As she brushed past Connor, his eyes latched onto her. He seemed genuinely amused by her comment, and more than a bit drawn
the smartest or safest thing to do, but I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving them there forever. Maybe this was the one unselfish thing I could accomplish today. I cast my mind out around the spell, checking for any weak spots, and as I did, a shrill and piercing sound rose in my ears. It was deafening from the start, and it kept getting louder and louder until the pain caused my knees to buckle. The warning was clear—I wasn’t to meddle. I was still on my knees looking up at the hospital when
she said and held up her hand to fend off any protest I might make. “You need to be able to tell someone exactly how much you hate him for what he did, and Iris is not going to be up for that. And given Wren’s involvement in the whole thing, we should spare Ellen and Oliver as well. They created and nurtured a murderer. They may be acting like they don’t feel horrible about that fact, but they’re just trying to shield you from any further pain. Now, I’ve got to go.” “Wait!” I said, reaching out