The Witch Collector (Witch Walker Book 1)

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With that thought, I grab my mother’s hands, too scared to let her far from my sight, and run barefoot toward our cottage. He leans forward, resting his forehead on steepled fingers, and exhales a long, chilled breath that hangs in the air before floating away. I know his dilemma. I can feel his turmoil. It’s impossible not to worry about someone with whom you’ve shared so much. We are, after all, like two halves of the same whole. When I arrive in Penrith, I send a young messenger to the other villages in warning, along with a herd of women and children, including the mother and child from Hampstead Loch. They’re guided by a group of guardians to see them safely to Littledenn.

Reality washes over me. The king will replace him, and if we live through this night, I will have murdered my only way to find Nephele. More than that, the Witch Collector is trained, a warrior with a weapon, and thus very likely our best defense. I ball my hands into fists. Damn that man. This is not a time for teasing or games. According to what I saw in the water and given the time it takes to ride from village to village, I expect the Witch Collector to arrive within the hour. I must get that knife. Whatever’s bothering them has nothing to do with Collecting Day. The Owyns are Witch Walkers, and Finn and Helena are still of age for the Witch Collector’s choosing. The Owyns believe the Frost King does what he does for a godly reason, a man gifted with insight from Neri’s eternal blessing, a leader who means to protect our lands. I know they’d be saddened to lose any member of their family today, but they view sacrifice as duty—unlike me. Something else must be wrong. From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes book three in her beloved Flesh and Fire series...I blink, sure that this can’t be real. There’s no denying, though. Not when people begin wailing, thatch starts burning, and wardens run to save the beasts in the fired stables. Still, I would never call her foolish. Though a dreamer with her head in the stars, my mother is the wisest person I’ve ever known. It’s just that this day is never good, and this year it might be worse than ever before. Something must always be lost if you’re ever to gain. Don’t fear this. You will never move forward if you never leave things behind.” From #1 New York Times bestselling author Jennifer L. Armentrout comes book two in her Flesh and Fire series... Scream Factory’s Collector’s Edition Ultra HD of Halloween III: Season of the Witch is a highly satisfying release, featuring outstanding A/V quality and great extras. It’s one of the best upgrades for these films thus far. Highly recommended.

I set Saira on her feet and watch her skip toward the village. Every autumn, the feast hunters journey south toward the Gravenna Mountains, hoping to trap and kill a few Great Horns for the harvest supper. Scattered steads and small villages lie between our valley and the mountains, but other than that, the land is a stretch of rolling hills and open grassland. It’s certainly not a dangerous trek for hunters who’ve traveled that ground for years. But the first flaming arrow soon arcs across the sky and pierces the veil. Then the next, and the next, until hundreds of balls of fire fill the night. His words sound so assured, but they’re lies. The truth that Colden won’t admit is that the Prince of the East scares him. The prince is said to bear the stains of walking in the Shadow World—another rumor, and one I don’t believe. It’s been centuries since someone crossed the Shadow World’s dark shores. He was no mere man and wouldn’t have survived otherwise. My thudding heart all but stops. I snap my head around, searching his boyishly handsome face. Why is he saying this to me now?

From bestselling author Scarlett St. Clair comes a dark and enthralling reimagining of the Hades and Persephone Greek myth. Those desperate words are meant to persuade himself to leave, and I can’t imagine why he’s even still here, so I jerk my head toward the hills. “Go south or west. It’ll be easier.” Raina.” He tilts his head in greeting, then turns to Helena and extends a calloused hand. “Care to walk with me, Hel? The bonfire is warm.” What are you scared of?” he asks, his voice so soft. “What is it you fear when it comes to me?” I look up at him, and a thousand answers chase through my mind. The truth boils down to one thing, though, a truth I can’t hold inside anymore. “That I will never let myself know what it is to be yours. That I will deny myself this. Deny myself you. Out of fear.” I pat his chest before continuing. “Because I am so scared of losing anyone else.”