Sweet Evangeline (Moon Magic Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

but last evening something different had happened. Evangeline had heard her mother’s voice. It doesn’t matter how long a mother and a child may be separated - even by the hand of death - but the child will never, ever forget the voice of its mother. Last night she had been working on her Art History homework – boring - so she was certain she had been wide-awake. She had not been dreaming.
    ‘Evangeline. Evangeline.’ It had been very clear, not loud, but distinct. There hadn’t been a doubt in her mind that it was Aimee. After that, the piano music made all the sense in the world. The melody, the cadence, the way she ran the chords - the piano music was being played by the soft, talented hands of her mother. All she could think of was getting Nanette and Angelique to Austin as fast as she could. She wasn’t frightened; she could never be scared of her mother - dead or otherwise. However, she was confused, she was sad, and she desperately needed somebody to hold on to.
    “Grandmother, will you come to Austin? I need you.”
    Those were the only words that Nanette Beaureguarde needed to hear. She loved her whole family, but Evangeline was near and dear to her heart. The only child of her beloved daughter Aimee, Evangeline was special. She was powerful. In fact, Nanette knew Evangeline did not realize how powerful she was. Evangeline was psychic, but not as psychic as the other members of her family. But she had powers the others did not. Evangeline could call down storms, she could move things with her mind, and she was even working on out-of-body travel. Living, with not only Nanette, but also Angelique - Evangeline had been well schooled in the New Orleans form of witchcraft, which more noticeably resembled hoodoo than the Celtic form of the craft.
    Now, Evangeline had called for them. And they were going. They would attend the special exhibition of Evangeline‘s art and they would also work on mending her broken heart. “Angelique, Angelique! Pack our bags. We’re going to Texas.”
    Angelique listened to her life-long companion as she bellowed her request/demand. If she had a diamond for every time she had heard, ‘Pack our bags, we’re going to Texas,” - she would have enough jewels to assemble a pretty decent tiara. Texas was where their family had all gravitated. Not West Texas or East Texas, but Central Texas -- the beautiful Hill Country that was rich in tradition, mysterious power and great BBQ.
    She was glad that Nannette could get excited about going to see the girls. For months after Hurricane Katrina had devastated their lives and their hearts, Nannette had become just a pale reflection of her powerful persona. Angelique could remember when Nannette was the power in New Orleans. She could make the impossible happen and make doing it look easy. However when the floodwaters of Katrina had receded, so had Nannette’s will and drive.
    Lately, there was more life to the old girl. They both had rushed to Arabella’s side when she had been threatened by a serial killer and they had worked together to heal a young man who had become Nannette’s grandson when he married her beloved granddaughter. During that episode, Nannette’s power had shone. She had set up a powerful ward, laid a boundary of red brick dust, healed Jade of a devastating paralysis and brought a vicious, sadistic bastard to his knees.
    Angelique had seen Nanette read the future in a bowl of black water. She had seen her force an intruder out the front door by the sheer force of her will, and she had watched the old woman carefully assemble a bag of herbs and gemstones that would aid a lovesick spinster or a lonely widow. And nine times out of ten, what Nannette willed - - came to pass.
    Seeing what the future held was not Angelique’s forte, unless a spirit shared the information with her. Ghosts, spirits, the souls of the dead - - that was Angelique’s lot in life and just last night she had received an amazing message from the