The Witch's Dream - A Love Letter to Paranormal Romance (Black Swan 2) by Victoria Danann Page B
Authors: Victoria Danann
Tags: vampire romance, vampire, Steampunk, Werewolves, witch, Werewolf, Shifter, shifter romance, paranormal romance romance, chick lit urban fantasy, order of the black swan, victoria danann
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drunk himself into a stupor, Deliverance came to the witch's Circle with gifts and stayed to hold her through the night. While she slept he would whisper, “My sweet, sweet, delicious Rosie. You please me well.”
It is a well-known fact that demons produce sperm when coupling with other creatures who have demon blood, no matter how small the proportion. Of course, he knew that pregnancy was a possibility. What he did not know was that it was possible his love could leave him, in one way or another.
When Rosie Pottinger realized she was pregnant with the child of a sex demon who could not be faithful to her, she first became despondent and then depressed. The more melancholy she suffered, the more she became convinced that the cause of her suffering was sin in the Christian sense; specifically the sin of cavorting with a demon. Though she had never been religious and had not been educated in anti-demon doctrine, she sought out the Church as a possible source of comfort if not resolution.
She went to a priest and confessed everything from the means by which she had deliberately conjured the demon to the pleasures that she had found with him nightly on the pallet inside her Circle.
The priest never doubted for an instant that she was mentally troubled; that, at the least, she suffered delusions of sexual fantasy. The fact that she was fantasizing about intimacy with a demon was deeply disturbing.
The village priest was ill prepared to counsel those in need of psychiatric analysis or those who encountered paranormal phenomena. So he did the only thing he knew how to do. He blessed her and sent her home with a verbal instruction to be thereafter chaste in mind, body, and spirit. Unfortunately, Rosie did not find in that simple instruction the means to cope with her sorrow.
When the baby was born, Rosie wept over the child's beauty, seeing some of the father's traits stamped plainly upon her face. After leaving the newborn on the steps of a church in another village where no one would suspect her birth was "tainted", Rosie took her own tragic life with drugs easily obtained by an apothecary's daughter.
Deliverance, who had always been as happy as a demon can be, was devastated by the loss of the witch he loved and was left alone with what was theretofore considered impossible: an incubus with a broken heart. Since he had not seen or touched the infant, he gave no more thought to his offspring. He never, in fact, so much as troubled himself to learn whether Rosie Pottinger had given birth to a baby that survived. Simply put, deprived of his lover, Deliverance cared about nothing, which is why, thereafter, he embraced his dark half and began to behave more like his father than his mother.
Of course Litha knew nothing about her unusual heritage or the source of her extraordinary gifts. She could not know that she had her father's black hair and a light kiss of his bronze tinted skin that gave her color even through a long Scotia winter. She could not know that she had her mother's deep green eyes, rosy cheeks, and luscious lips so naturally red they never needed artificial color.
What she did know was that she was different. The monks had gone to great lengths to teach her from infancy that those differences must be carefully hidden from most of the people most of the time. There were some things that not even The Order knew. For instance, she had a miraculous resistance to the dangers of fire. In other words, she couldn't be burned.
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CHAPTER 7
After dinner Ram asked Elora to please wait for him in the lobby. In less than five minutes he showed up with jackets and an I've-got-a-secret smile. When she looked at him questioningly, he helped her into her jacket, put his arm around her shoulders and gently nudged her toward the door. "How about goin' out for a bit."
He was clearly enjoying himself so she didn't grill him about what he was up to.
They walked straight south in the direction of the castle.
It is a well-known fact that demons produce sperm when coupling with other creatures who have demon blood, no matter how small the proportion. Of course, he knew that pregnancy was a possibility. What he did not know was that it was possible his love could leave him, in one way or another.
When Rosie Pottinger realized she was pregnant with the child of a sex demon who could not be faithful to her, she first became despondent and then depressed. The more melancholy she suffered, the more she became convinced that the cause of her suffering was sin in the Christian sense; specifically the sin of cavorting with a demon. Though she had never been religious and had not been educated in anti-demon doctrine, she sought out the Church as a possible source of comfort if not resolution.
She went to a priest and confessed everything from the means by which she had deliberately conjured the demon to the pleasures that she had found with him nightly on the pallet inside her Circle.
The priest never doubted for an instant that she was mentally troubled; that, at the least, she suffered delusions of sexual fantasy. The fact that she was fantasizing about intimacy with a demon was deeply disturbing.
The village priest was ill prepared to counsel those in need of psychiatric analysis or those who encountered paranormal phenomena. So he did the only thing he knew how to do. He blessed her and sent her home with a verbal instruction to be thereafter chaste in mind, body, and spirit. Unfortunately, Rosie did not find in that simple instruction the means to cope with her sorrow.
When the baby was born, Rosie wept over the child's beauty, seeing some of the father's traits stamped plainly upon her face. After leaving the newborn on the steps of a church in another village where no one would suspect her birth was "tainted", Rosie took her own tragic life with drugs easily obtained by an apothecary's daughter.
Deliverance, who had always been as happy as a demon can be, was devastated by the loss of the witch he loved and was left alone with what was theretofore considered impossible: an incubus with a broken heart. Since he had not seen or touched the infant, he gave no more thought to his offspring. He never, in fact, so much as troubled himself to learn whether Rosie Pottinger had given birth to a baby that survived. Simply put, deprived of his lover, Deliverance cared about nothing, which is why, thereafter, he embraced his dark half and began to behave more like his father than his mother.
Of course Litha knew nothing about her unusual heritage or the source of her extraordinary gifts. She could not know that she had her father's black hair and a light kiss of his bronze tinted skin that gave her color even through a long Scotia winter. She could not know that she had her mother's deep green eyes, rosy cheeks, and luscious lips so naturally red they never needed artificial color.
What she did know was that she was different. The monks had gone to great lengths to teach her from infancy that those differences must be carefully hidden from most of the people most of the time. There were some things that not even The Order knew. For instance, she had a miraculous resistance to the dangers of fire. In other words, she couldn't be burned.
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CHAPTER 7
After dinner Ram asked Elora to please wait for him in the lobby. In less than five minutes he showed up with jackets and an I've-got-a-secret smile. When she looked at him questioningly, he helped her into her jacket, put his arm around her shoulders and gently nudged her toward the door. "How about goin' out for a bit."
He was clearly enjoying himself so she didn't grill him about what he was up to.
They walked straight south in the direction of the castle.
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