Today is Tuesday, it’s raining and I’m lazy. Perfect weather to read, don’t you think? Let’s talk about books. What are you reading at the moment. I’m on my number three of the Fifty Shades trilogy – Fifty Shades Freed, and I can say it’s been good so far. The plot is just beautiful and the humour is everything. I’m enjoying every moment of it. But it isn’t the one I want to talk about today. I have something different from a super sublime author. The one person who could combine romance and supernatural, and still manage to fuse in humanity and real life. Anyway, she’s Nora Roberts. I have a trilogy of hers for you today. The Three Sisters Island trilogy, one of my favourite.
The books shows in details the lives of three sisters and descendants of three witches who were persecuted and killed, but not before they used their power to create and secure an island where they could be safe. I’ll give an overview of each of books and throw in some excerpts while at it.
Enjoy!
First is Dance Upon the Air.
Nell Channing, on the run from her husband after faking her death and changing her name, found herself on Three Sisters – an island somewhere in new England. She took up a job as a cook at the Magick Inn owned by Mia, a reputed witch. While she was there, she discovered who her true ancestor was and her connection to Mia. She also discovered the extent of her powers and fell in love at the same time.
Excerpt:
The village, Nell decided, was a bit like Brigadoon as seen by Nathaniel Hawthorne. She'd taken some time to explore before she'd gone to the market. For months she'd told herself she was safe. She was free. But for the first time, wandering the pretty streets with their quaint houses, breathing in the sea air, listening to the sharp New England voices, she felt safe. And free. No one knew her, but they would. They would know Nell Channing, the clever cook who lived in the little cottage in the wood. She would make friends here, and a life. A future. Nothing from the past would touch her here. One day she would be as much a part of the island as the narrow post office with its faded gray wood or the tourist center cobbled together by old clinker bricks, and the long, sturdy dock where fishermen brought their daily catch. To celebrate she bought a wind chime fashioned of stars that she saw in a shop window. It was her first purchase for pleasure in nearly a year. She spent her first night on the island in the lovely bed, hugging her happiness to her as she listened to the stars ring and the sea breathe. She was up before sunrise, eager to begin.
Second is Heaven and Earth.
Ripley, the second of the three sisters had abandoned her powers and refused to practice magic ever again after an unpleasant event that happened between her and Mia. But when the threat on Nell’s life began to loom, she had no choice but to forgive Mia and join her powers with hers to save Nell. She fell in love with the latest geek in town while at it.
Excerpt:
She’d wanted to clear her mind. There was a great deal to think about. Some of which she preferred not to, so she tucked those annoyances and problems away for now. What had to be dealt with wasn’t precisely a problem. You couldn’t call something that made you happy a problem. Her brother was just back from his honeymoon, and nothing could have pleased her more than to see how happy he and Nell were together. After all they’d been through, and what it had nearly cost, seeing them cozied up together in the house where she and Zack had grown up was pure satisfaction. And over the past months, since summer, when Nell had ended her flight from fear on the island, they’d become real friends. It was a pleasure to see the way Nell had bloomed, and toughened. But all that mushy stuff aside, Ripley thought, there was one little blight on the rose. And its name was Ripley Karen Todd.
Newlyweds didn’t need to share their love nest with the groom’s sister. She hadn’t given the matter a thought before the wedding, and even after, when she’d waved them both off for a week in Bermuda , she hadn’t seen the whole picture. But when they had returned, all snuggling and flushed with honeymoon haze, it couldn’t have been more clear. Just-married needed privacy.
Third is Face the Fire.
Mia, heartbroken after her first love left when she was barely eighteen, had vowed never to give her heart to another. She concentrated on running a successful inn and practicing magic discreetly. When Nell showed up on her door, she knew something was up but she didn’t knew the extent till the danger began. Her first love, the only man she ever loved came back but could she forgive? Could she win the battle that threatened not only her life but also the lives of her sisters?
Excerpt:
Her heart was broken. The jagged shards of it stabbed at her soul until each hour, each moment, of what her life had become was a misery. Even her children—those she had carried in her body, those she carried for her lost sisters—were no comfort.
Nor was she, to her great shame, any comfort to them.
She had left them, even as their father had left them. Her husband, her lover, her heart, had returned to the sea, and the parts of her that were hope and love and magic had died that day. Even now he would not remember the years they’d had together, the joy of them. He would not remember her, or their sons, their daughters, the life they’d made on the island. Such was his nature. Such was her fate.
And her sisters’, she thought as she stood on the cliffs she loved, above a sea that boiled and bucked. They, too, had been fated to love and to lose. The one who was Air had loved a handsome face and kind words that had disguised a beast. A beast who had shed her blood. He had murdered her for what she was, and she had not used her power to stop him.
And so the one who was Earth had raged and grieved and built her hatred stone by stone until it had become a wall that no one could breach. She had used her power for vengeance, forsaken her Craft, and embraced the dark.
Now the dark closed in, and she who was Fire was alone with her pain. She could fight it no longer, could find no purpose for her own life.
The dark whispered to her in the night, its sly voice full of lies. Even knowing them for what they were, she was tempted by them.
Her circle was broken, and she could not, would not, withstand alone. She felt it, creeping closer now, sliding along the ground in a filthy fog. It hungered. Her death would feed it, and still she could not face life.
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