Cat Magic
Whitley Strieber, Jonathan Barry
Language: English
Pages: 285
ISBN: 0312931123
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Barry, a practicing witch, has collaborated with well-known SF and horror writer Strieber in this very uneven novel. In a sense the book is a spokespiece for witchcraftand is most interesting as suchnot black magic witchcraft, but the ancient wisdom of worshipping the earth and the seasons, of living with and respecting nature and the holy in people and animals. The story focuses on young Amanda Walker, who has come to rural Maywell to work with Constance Collier on her latest book. But Constance is really a witch, the spiritual leader of a large coven, and unbeknownst to Amanda she has picked the girl to be her successor. To complicate matters, Amanda's eccentric uncle George, who is involved in research in resuscitating the dead, has finally gone over the edge and is looking for a healthy young woman as his next subject. And Brother Simon Pierce, local fundamentalist preacher, himself quite mad, is determined to enforce the Biblical injunction, "Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live." The book is burdened with erratic pacing and frequent and jarring mood changes, but almost in spite of its clunky style, it often manages to entertain.
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Porch light. At his hip he had a big pistol, too big for the thin hand that rested on its butt. There were dark glasses in his top pocket, one chewed fret dangling out. His lips were dry and cracked. There was what appeared to be a food stain on the crown of his hat. He moved forward into the house, and Mandy smelled chili on his breath. He regarded George. “Assault?” “That’s right.” “You hurt?” “Mentally I’m seriously injured.” The phone rang. George rushed to get it while Mandy stared back.
“The Lord will be on Brother Pierce’s side,” he said softly. His gaze returned to George, narrowed. “You just ought to know that. Not to mention the law.” “The law? I’m the injured party!” “You’re not hurt.” He ran his finger around the edge of the mug. Then he looked directly into George’s eyes. He smiled. “Not yet.” His voice was almost a whisper. Poor George. No judge of men. Mandy saw his mouth drop open, then saw understanding slowly enter his face. He shook his head. “The college.
Than it ever had before. Robin took a deep breath. He could never stand this kind of silence for long. “If we’re real witches, maybe we can do something about it.” “Like what, aside from burying Amanda?” “What if we raised the cone of power?” “In our present state of mind we’d never succeed.” “Then we’d better change our state of mind! Look, what if the Vine Coven raised such a cone of power you could see it with your eyes closed on a sunny day. Then what?” “So what do we do with it?”.
Damnation. Then it reached the campus. It was full of righteous fury. This experiment was unlawful. Constance didn’t seem to care. Why didn’t she put a stop to it? Was Tom being used by Constance yet again? Despite his great powers, she had outsmarted him more than once, the cunning devil of a woman. Had it dared, it would have come here with a sword of fire. But it knew that it had not the right to destroy George Walker unless doing so furthered the overall plan of Constance and the Leannan.
Poor man’s hands were just two seared stumps. Simon couldn’t control himself anymore. He wept. Poor Turner’s eyes rolled in his head. “Hey! You men!” A young woman in jeans leaped right through the fire they had set, followed by two more, and then three young men. Simon jumped to his feet. He was genuinely terrified now. It was a curse and a spell, too—those witches weren’t even hurt by the fire. “O Jesus, they’re demons incarnate!” Simon turned around, saw most of his men spread out along.