Bloodstone Read Online Free PDF

asked.
    “Yes.”
    “Then yes.” She popped off the couch and said, “C’mon, Thor.”
    Thor looked to me for approval and I gave him a hand signal, indicating he could follow. Ivy strapped her backpack to him and the pair lumbered down the basement stairs.
    “How about a glass of wine?” Chance asked.
    “Sounds good.”
    Chance opened a drawer and pulled out a menu, then reached for a bottle of Shiraz. “You think that was a good idea, calling her your sister?”
    I shrugged as I sipped my wine. “What harm could it do?”
    If I had seen the penny before then, I might have known.

 
     
    IVY GERAGHTY’S PERSONAL BOOK OF SHADOWS
    by Ivy Geraghty
    Entry #4
    I have passed another test in my schooling as a young witch’s apprentice. I have proven faithful, loyal, and above all, steadfast in my quest to become a powerful jewel in the Crown of the Great Geraghty Clan (okay, so I took a little detour, but I made an ally, so it was like, totally written in the stars. Shout out to Scully!).
    Phase II of my progress has begun as my sister, Anastasia Justice, has finally embraced me as one of her own. She has promised to perform a Spell and her familiar, the almighty Thor, has been granted permission to allow me to practice my skills of training a familiar to guard his Priestess. (I could do without his anal acoustics, but no pain, right?)
    More importantly, I have identified an Enemy within our midst. Immediately upon entering her sanctuary, I knew that the woman who calls herself Monique (seriously, does anybody think those frontal lobes are real?) is an anti-pagan. My people have struggled for years, nay, centuries to snuff out such hatred, and I, as the newest member of the Geraghty Clan, shall single-handedly turn her head, if not her heart to the Light! (Okay, so all she did was call me Sabrina, but she’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, so it should be a cake walk).
    -Ivy Geraghty, Junior Apprentice Warrior Goddess (in training)

 
     
     
    FIFTEEN
     
    As we waited for the food to arrive, I discussed with Ivy the very real possibility that in a situation like this, Birdie might be the only one that could help. She didn’t like the idea, but acquiesced to the plan of heading to the cottage to get the book and if there was nothing in there—nothing in Meagan’s predictions about a missing Geraghty—then we would go to Birdie and the aunts. Of course, I had to promise that we would work a spell and that I would gather all the magical tools I had in my possession. This amounted to a few crystals, a sword, and a charm hanging in my doorway. All gifts from the Geraghty Girls. I didn’t even have a cape. For some reason, I could never keep them clean.
    “You don’t remember anything from your teachings? There was nothing in the pages of the book about our mother being in danger?” she asked.
    Chance excused himself when the doorbell rang. I called him a coward under my breath. Boy, was I going to be a disappointment to this kid.
    “Ivy, the truth is, I’m about as new at this as you are. I learned a lot when I was kid, younger than you even, but something...happened...and I stopped...practicing.” I wasn’t ready yet to discuss my father. Wasn’t ready to know if she remembered any mention of him or if my mother tossed his memory aside like she did me. “The first time I even laid eyes on the book was a few weeks ago.”
    I didn’t say that it was the first time I even wanted to see it, or the first time anyone had trusted me with it. The night Birdie gave it to me, I pored over everything I could, mostly to keep her off my back because I was sure she would have quizzed me sooner or later, but also because it fascinated me. The stories, the lore, the recipes. It was as if I was in the center of a Women’s Circle, soaking up their wisdom, their light, their magic.
    Still, the thing was thicker than War and Peace. It would take a lifetime to read all of it. I wondered if by then, I might start to