Spirit Voices Series, Book Two
By Sandy Wolters
RELEASE DATE: JULY 9th, 2018
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Evil lurks in the shadows biding its time. The chosen one is coming.
Terry Anderson’s lifelong dream has come to fruition. Finally his success as an artist affords him the opportunity to purchase the home that has beckoned to him since childhood. What he doesn't know is, if he moves in, a sinister evil will be unleashed, threatening everything and everyone Terry cares about.
As High Priestess of her Wiccan Coven, Rainy Stratton’s sixth sense has never failed to shed insight on anyone who crosses her path. That is…until she encounters Terry. Intrigued by his eccentric style and humor, she finds herself drawn to him, and despite her misgivings, she eagerly entrusts her heart to the man she can't read.
When the wicked come out to play, Rainy and Terry face a battle of good versus evil, but she can't see how it will end. However, the price of losing is unacceptable. For if they do, the devil will claim their souls.
All books in the Spirit Voices Series are full-length, stand-alone novels.
The past several weeks had been pure hell. Anxiety, a constant companion, currently ruled every aspect of Rainy’s mind, body, and soul. Being a Wiccan High Priestess, she was fully aware that this extreme level of unfounded turmoil signaled that a life-altering change was barreling toward her at breakneck speed. The agonizing weight of the unknown settled squarely on Rainy’s shoulders. As of yet, no amount of meditation or quiet contemplation offered answers to the disposition of the impending transformation. She’d have to be vigilant and keep her wits about her. Good or bad, something significant was about to rock her world.
On a shaky breath she declared, “Mother Goddess, I promise to accept whatever challenges and opportunities you bring my way with grace and dignity. I will keep my eyes open and do my best to act on those experiences so that I may learn and grow as one of your children. I ask that you bless me and provide the strength and courage needed to do your work.
The inky black mist slithered through the boxes biding its time. Rage had festered to a fevered pitch over the decades spent in captivity. But something had changed. The atmosphere in the glass building that had served as a cage for far too long pulsated with anticipation. The vibration so dense, tremors shimmered on the air, gently shifting the blackout curtains to and fro. The chosen one had reached adulthood and was coming. Soon the beast would prowl, free to roam and take back everything it desired. This time, there would be no stopping until the entity had full reign over those daring to occupy what belonged to him.
“S-o-o-o-n,” the phantom hissed as it slid back into the depths of the mirror. “S-o-o-o-n.”