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Justine's Judgement
The
Witches of Andar Book 2
by
Ashlie Harris
Genre:
Fantasy
Justine’s
Judgement is the second installment in a brand new Fantasy series by
Ashlie Harris. The first book, which bears the same name as the
series itself, is entitled The Witches of Andar and was released
January 1st, 2018.
In
this sequel to TWoA, Justine and her friends, Alice and Malinda, are
once again fighting back against the evil Duke Ebrius. Evading and
outwitting him at every turn, the witches team up with some very
colorful characters along the way. There’s Jaicor, Malinda’s
cousin and helpful aid to the witches in the early part of their
journey. Jaicor’s wife, Marcine, is a delight, as well. Their witty
banter is a heart-warming sight to the three travel-weary
women.
Later,
the group encounters, Jaicor’s markethand, Olendian, and continues
on to meet Malinda’s other cousin, Jaicor’s sister, Lady Luleth.
Lady Luleth’s husband, Lord Kelton and Jehren, a member of their
staff decide to help Malinda, Alice, and Justine when they come to
Crippen Manor looking for allies. While devising a plan to defeat the
Duke, Justine befriends a guest staying at the Manor. She is Eleyna,
a mysterious and beautiful woman who quickly becomes a close
confidant and ally. Though Justine and Eleyna form a fast bond,
Eleyna’s motives may not be as pure as she portends. Uncovering
secret pasts and unrecognized ancestries, not a soul will be left
unchanged by the events about to take place. In the end, the witches
and their friends will work together to bring down the greatest evil
to ever threaten the land of Andar!
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There
was an unidentifiable part of her that was missing. And it was
essential to being a true An-Kishar
witch. She vaguely wondered, through her heartache and temporary
stupefaction, what that
might mean. And, for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure
what she believed.
****
The
thick boughs immersed the witches in dark shadows and Malinda
stopped, closed her eyes and concentrated.
She whispered an incantation, “Pila Luminis,” and a small,
glimmering light appeared to surround
the aged enchantress, growing in its size and intensity by the
second.
****
Justine,
in her never-ending curiosity, pulled the dusty book from its cubby
and began flipping gingerly
through the pages. The ancient novel contained pictures and stories
regarding the Gods and Goddess
of the Old World. It had been many years since Malinda had seen one
of these books and the images
brought back many memories from her childhood. Her mother, reading
these stories to her before
bed, would tell them with such intensity that Malinda nearly believed
them to be true and, to this
day, still hadn’t fully discounted the possibility. After all, the
An-Kishar had to have come from somewhere.
Justine had flipped through nearly the entire book before stopping on
one page in
particular.
“Look!” she said, jumping up and thrusting the book toward
Malinda and Alice, “Someone’s
written something, here in the margin.” She flipped the book back
around and squinted, trying
to read the minuscule scratches, “I can’t make it out,” she
said, “It looks like someone was trying to
find the site of the Anustians, though!” Malinda was amused at
Justine’s bewilderment. “Oh,
child,” said the old witch with a hearty chuckle, “Many people
have tried, and failed, to locate the original
site of the Anustians. It is not surprising to me that Jaicor would
have such a tome in his house.
He, too, was told the stories as a child. It is part of the An-Kishar
legacy.” “Well,
I’ve only ever heard bits and pieces through you,” replied
Justine, “I’m going to ask Jaicor if he’d
mind me borrowing this book while we’re here.”
The Witches of Andar
The
Witches of Andar Book 1
A
trio of An-Kishar witches has unwittingly become involved in a royal
coup. After saving the murdered king's son, the foursome takes
shelter with a traveling theater troupe, hoping to stay in hiding
until the Prince is able to reclaim his throne.
Fight
alongside Malinda, Alice, and Justine to rid the kingdom of the dark
magic that threatens to run rampant. Venture into the Hanging Ferns
Forest, travel with the Thespian Connection, and help unravel the
mysteries that lie within the realm of Andar!
"Alice!...
You can't slap a Prince!" -Justine; The Witches of Andar- Book 1
Raising
their hands, they shouted in unison, “Scuto
socio!" A
great,
golden flash erupted from their palms, drawing
everyone's
attention from the drama unfolding between
Justine,
Prince Gregdan, and the Duke/King. The crowd
dispersed
upon seeing the witches in action. Most feared the
unknown
forces behind their magic and others could simply
sense
the impending doom.
The
shimmering shield spread it’s translucent tendrils until it
was
completely encircling all three women. The Prince,
however,
seemed to be just out of the spell’s reach. Muttering
another
incantation, Malinda nodded her head and the
remaining
guards dropped to the ground, completely
paralyzed.
Justine, now free of the guards, made a break for
the
Prince.
“Stop!”
shouted the Duke, red-faced and veins bulging. He
stepped
closer to Prince Gregdan so that he was within arms’
reach,
and pointed to Justine. “You foolish girl! Do you not
know
a losing battle when you’re in the middle of one?”
“The
only loser here is you, King
Ebrius,” retorted Justine,
filling
the title with as much disgust and contempt as she
could
muster.
“You
would be wise to address me more respectfully, child,”
warned
Ebrius. “I may take pity on you yet. I do tend to
prefer
a feisty redhead,” he winked and Justine could feel her
stomach
churning in response. “Just think,” he said, “like it or
not,
I am
King. You could be my Queen.”
Being
an An-Kishar limited Justine’s knowledge of harmful
spells,
but she’d always been good at improvising. She
recalled
the incantations she’d been helping Alice transcribe
before
their world had been shattered into a million pieces.
Remembering
a partial spell, and with more confidence than
she
felt, Justine summoned every ounce of her love and anger
and
bellowed, “Konfleur
aphida!”
Nothing
happened and, for a moment, Justine thought she’d
done
the spell incorrectly and she feared the consequences if
she
had. Just as she began to lose heart, they heard a great
roar.
Ebrius, fearing an attack from a large and fearsome
creature,
drew his sword, ready to fight. His foe, however,
was
not a great beast, but a massive swarm of insects. Every
sort
of insect found in the kingdom was present it seemedfrom
the
minuscule, crawling Opaci to the intimidating
Vespuns,
their black wings, shining in the evening sun. And
their
sole intent was to lay siege to the false King.
Ashlie Harris is 30 years old and a Stay-at-Home mother of four homeschooled children. She and her husband live in the heart of the Midwest, USA, in a place Ashlie likes to call, "The Land of Corn and Beans". She has lived there all her life but may plan to move North in the near future. A unique childhood and a passion for the written word have served as motivation and inspiration throughout the years. Always the writer, Ashlie can often be found asking inappropriate questions, staring at seemingly nothing for hours on end, and generally being completely socially awkward. Her biggest wish is for people to look past their differences and start treating each other as the one, single race we are- HUMAN.
In
addition to The Witches of Andar series (Book 1-Released Jan. 1st,
2018.), Ashlie is also the author of two anthologies- Extra Life &
Circles of the Soul- and one flash-fiction horror story, Midnight
Monster.
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