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Turns out, we have bigger threats than humans. The same evil that plagued him years ago. And now, it wants more of us. Black magic is spreading, fueled by the blood and bones of shifters like us to do horrible things. All I ever wanted was get over him and settle down with a charming fox I could bring home to my parents.

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I just met a cute one named Conan too. You thought I was a bad vixen before? Conan saw everything that happened between me and the witch, then he saved my life. We need his witch knowledge to combat these black magic assholes using shifters as sacrifices. All was going well between us.

Until my family disappeared. My world is thrown into further panic and chaos when Conan makes me question everything I thought I knew about him. Now Orion and Chase are all I have left, and neither of them can talk me off the ledge. I know who took my family. I have unfinished business with Hodge, the man who stole everything from me.

When we find out Silas has been captured and needs our help, Chase takes it upon himself to scout the location with Dannika, a new ally and a bat shifter. Somewhere in between wrestling my feelings for him, healing my body, saving our friend, and loving my mates, I have to bring justice for my family.

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Or die trying. Fox Tale - Crystal Ash. Barbara Saad Jul 31, at pm. Four gorgeous, perfect, scary boys. There used to be five, but one of them died, leaving a fifth position that I now fill. I didn't ask for this.


I didn't want to be part of this billionaire-boys-club. But no one cares about what I want. Sebastian Beckett is the worst of them. Their leader. He draws me in, and strips me of every defense I have. He calls me Butterfly, but it's not a pet name, it's a threat. Beck wants nothing more than to break my wings, pin me to a board and watch me writhe.

If 17th-century accounts of the events in Salem seem convoluted, contradictory and blinkered by the preoccupations of their era, so too do many of the later explanations. There have been feminist interpretations, of course, and Marxist ones, and Freudian ones. Arthur Miller, in the opening pages of The Crucible , described the witch scare as a kind of reactionary political spasm in response to the changing conditions of early America, "a perverse manifestation of the panic which set in among all classes when the balance began to turn toward greater individual freedom".

In the s, a behavioural psychologist suggested that the Salem villagers' rantings and ravings were caused by a hallucinogenic fungus on mouldy rye bread — that colonial Massachusetts was, in effect, just having a really bad trip. So maybe it's a reflection of our own peculiar cultural moment that — especially in Stacy Schiff's new retelling, The Witches: Salem, — the old Salem saga now reads most compellingly as a kind of true-life version of young-adult fiction.

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Pint-size wizards, talking cats, bloody bite marks, supernatural battles between rival factions of preteens — it's all straight out of the pages of J. Rowling or the Twilight series.

Rarely do children get star turns in historical narratives. Indeed, previous generations of chroniclers often downplayed this element of the witchcraft drama. Miller, for instance, raised Abigail Williams' age from 11 to But The Witches gives us scenes like the one in the Salem town meetinghouse on April 11, , when the middle-aged matrons Sarah Cloyce and Elizabeth Procter faced a chorus of girlish accusers. Abigail recounted seeing Cloyce act as deacon at a satanic sabbath ceremony behind the parsonage, where 40 witches drank a communion of blood.

When Procter took the stand, Abigail reached out to strike her in the face, only to have her fist magically unclench in midair; as her fingers brushed against the older woman's hood, Abigail howled in pain as if scorched. Indeed the strongest evidence in the Salem courtroom that day, as on many others, was not verbal but visual.


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The gaping villagers and horrified clerics saw witches in action — or saw the awful effects that their black magic was apparently having on Abigail and year-old Ann Putnam jnr, a mesmerising choreography of gestures and paroxysms. She will have a fit presently," one girl would cry out, pointing to another, who would promptly commence convulsing. Schiff writes: "At other times they warned, 'We shall all fall!

For their predictive power the eleven- and twelve-year-old were soon dubbed 'the visionary girls'. Almost anyone who has ever been 11 years old still knows how it feels to dwell in a world where ordinary play can tip suddenly into sadism; where whole empires of fantasy are built amid the geography of the everyday; where the dark corners in the house teem with prospective ghosts — and where the ultimate prize is getting a crowded roomful of adults to pay attention.

A preteen has little sense of consequences for herself, much less for another person, let alone an entire village or province. What she does have, though, is an acute appreciation of the struggle for power — and, quite often, a well-honed skill at manipulating those who hold authority. An engraving depicting the trial of a witch at Salem, Massachusetts. Time Life Pictures. The age of Cotton Mather had more in common with the era of Harry Potter literature than might at first appear.

From Puritan presses in England streamed forth the first-ever flood of children's literature; their J. Summing up what all good parents should teach their toddlers, one earlier Puritan was more concise: "Learn to die," he wrote. Children on the American frontier, more so even than their English cousins, grew up amid a rich-hued panorama of death. Witchcraft in Salem would perhaps have remained a parsonage-size nightmare, though, had it not been for the adults. One moment children were play-acting; the next, people's grandparents were being publicly tortured to death.

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The crucial link was the Honourable Mr Danforth and his ilk, the arbiters poised attentively at the edge of the schoolgirl tableau. This is the greater mystery: how did those fantasising children so easily pull thousands of sober adults into their enchanted wardrobe and out the other side? It's here that Schiff's book is especially successful.

Many 19th- and 20th-century popular accounts of the Salem trials harped on the judges' superstitious ignorance, as if the hysteria were a stray pocket of medieval shadow amid the incipient dawn of the Enlightenment. But Schiff points out that Mather, Danforth, and their colleagues were, if anything, too enlightened, at least by the standards of their era: "They were less out of their depths than they were swimming in information. The judges in Massachusetts, and probably also some of the accusers, were deeply influenced by accounts of a witch outbreak in distant Sweden some years earlier.

Even after the Salem tumult subsided, very few New Englanders at any social level rejected the existence of witchcraft; many still maintained that Satan's minions had been busy in Massachusetts, only among the accusers rather than the accused. Perhaps they were right. The devil could scarcely have planned things more neatly, especially as more and more adults joined the ranks of the complainants.

Witchcraft certainly served the needs of colonial leaders such as Mather and Danforth — until it didn't. Recent political developments on both sides of the Atlantic were eroding the authority, spiritual and temporal, of the Puritan fathers. A touch of black magic couldn't have come at a better time. To a modern reader, the witch scare seems like a sudden, disorienting irruption of the supernatural into everyday life.

It probably felt that way to many in Salem, too, but at the same time it was also part of the daily grind of Puritanism, a reminder of the dark lord's ubiquitous pluckings and pinchings. Nor was it only New England's elites, presiding over trials and prayers, who turned Satan's doings to their own purposes. Once the Salem accusers had won credibility, it was as easy for them to point fingers at a rich man as a poor one. One of the most memorable courtroom moments in The Witches comes when the bewitched girls, "snapping and sneering", encircle John Alden, the oldest son of the famous Pilgrim leader, to accuse him of everything from practising sorcery to sleeping with Indian women.

Their motives are unclear, but these children have clearly been paying attention to their elders' gossip. When the sturdy sea captain and merchant — his hands bound, his sword confiscated — stands at the mercy of village children he has never before set eyes on, the scene reads as an American revolution of sorts. Indeed, what ultimately ended the witchcraft indictments may have been the growing fear that anybody might be next.