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Loved each and every part of this book. I will definitely recommend this book to young adult, fantasy lovers. Your Rating:. However, everything should be paid, but the price may be too high when dark forces become aware of your magic. Danger hangs over the whole town and the encounter is inevitable. Various omens foretell us that a disaster may be waiting for them at every turn.
Needless to say that forbidden love has deadly consequences. Now the future of the Secret Circle is under threat and it seems that there is no way out. As we turn over the pages of the book, we find out that Cassie loses her head from her newfound magic. However, uncontrollable power conceals many dangers.
But Cassie seems not to realize that she is constantly in jeopardy. She cannot resist the temptation to be together with Adam. Craving for love by means of magic she breaks the fragile balance, letting furious dark forces go out. Everyone quivers with a single thought of them. But Cassie has to face a dilemma between tormented love and prosperity of the Secret Circle.
It is this unit which is capable of winning evil powers that may be threatening the whole world let alone the small town of New Salem, which can be easily wiped out from the face of the earth. But Cassie is afraid that her supernatural gifts are not strong enough to obliterate the evil. The victory means that even her wildest dreams will come true; otherwise, their Power is to be in hands of dark forces, causing nothing but a total disaster. When everyone struggles to protect himself it is difficult to stand up for close friends.
She glanced around and saw a black leather jacket and black jeans. No smile, not even a hint of one. He looked away and patted his jacket pocket for his cigarettes.
Nick had been this way—aloof and closed off—since Cassie and Adam got together. He was about to say something important. She could tell by the gentle tone of his voice and the way he was struggling to find the right words. This was the tender side of Nick not many people had access to.
But just then Adam drove up, honking his horn. What terrible timing. She and Nick were finally getting somewhere.
But the moment was lost. The sight of her with Adam was the last thing Nick needed, and Cassie knew it. But she knew not to push Nick too far. After all, her loyalties were to Adam, and they always would be. Nick started shuffling away in the opposite direction of home. Cassie rushed to catch up with him and whispered into his ear.
It was the sweet musk of autumn leaves and gasoline, oiled leather and rubber, and it never failed to make Cassie feel a charge. Adam looked her over, analyzing every inch of her face with his piercing blue eyes. No, of course not. If anything, I was giving him a hard time, trying to get him to be my friend again.
Did you? Maybe she knows a spell or something that can show us his true nature. But honestly, the only thing I found freaky about the principal is that Faye is into his son. She noticed a black sedan behind theirs and strained to see if it was one of their friends. Not too many cars had a reason to turn onto Crowhaven Road. We won. Cassie noticed the black car behind them also stopped. It then made a sharp U-turn and headed back to the main road.
Weird, she thought. She waved her birdlike hand at Cassie and then opened the door. Cassie had grown quite comfortable in this house since her mother had stayed there when she was ill. The parlor smelled like the oil soap used to clean wood. Constance refilled her willow-patterned teacup and poured a cup for Cassie. Then she sat back in her large rocking chair. Constance stopped the rocking and rested her feet flat on the floor.
The Circle defeated Black John, and my mother is well again. And I have Adam, who loves me very much. I started to feel all shaky, right there at the assembly. Cassie nodded. Then her thin red lips formed a smile. If you only knew how many times she woke me up from a sound sleep, crying about a bad omen that turned out to be indigestion. She reached for a tissue and patted them away before she went on. Old Town Hall was one of the earliest municipal buildings in New Salem. The surrounding area was designed to be an outdoor market, but these days it was mostly used as a public art space and, of course, to host yearly spring and fall festivals.
She dropped it onto a nearby table and waved a few sweaty strands of hair away from her pixielike face. And then, as Cassie expected, she launched into a history lesson. History and botany lessons were pretty much mandatory when talking to Laurel. You either loved her for it or you had the urge to tape her mouth shut, but for now Cassie humored her.
It was a time when our ancestors honored the balance of all things, the physical with the spiritual. The old books said it was a time to plant seeds in the garden, as well as a time to plant the seeds of desired manifestation. Cassie let her eyes wander around the square. In every booth was a local merchant offering samples of food or drink, or the chance to bid on some item up for auction.
Local bands were setting up their equipment on a ramshackle stage. The whole event had simply become a backdrop for the kickoff of the tourist season. But still, Cassie thought she should embrace it. It was a celebration of sorts, like Laurel said. Cassie found her mother on the far side of the square, stapling paper daffodils along a wooden baseboard. Across from her, Cassie saw Melanie and Constance setting up their jewelry booth. They were quite a pair; Melanie was tall and beautiful and prepossessing, and Constance was shrunken and slumped over, bossily calling out commands with her wrinkled pointer finger.
But the love and compassion between them was palpable, and the jewelry they designed was a physical product of that love. Their jewelry made for pretty conversation pieces, and Aunt Constance really appreciated the extra cash. Cassie waved to Melanie from afar and then spotted Diana. She was wearing all white, and the way the sun was striking her blonde hair, it appeared almost white, too. My God, Cassie thought, Diana is literally shimmering like an angel.
And appropriately, she was helping with the charity raffle this year. Maybe even a first step in clearing the air between them. Cassie understood the distance was because she spent most of her free time with Adam these days. How could that not make things weird, when not so long ago it used to be Diana who spent all her time with Adam? She dropped her clipboard onto the table and jogged across the square to meet Cassie halfway.
I really do. She had been making things unnecessarily difficult. This was supposed to be a new beginning. Everywhere around her, people were embracing change while she clung on to old hurts and past fears. A new beginning, she thought to herself again. Now she really would be able to enjoy the festival. Together she and Diana walked through the square, arm in arm, back to the raffle table. The girl had long waves of bright red hair and wore high black boots that caught on the hem of her slip dress.
Diana pointed west. I just moved here. She knew Diana well enough to sense that she had her guard up around this stranger. Scarlett shook her head. Diana got like this around Outsiders sometimes. It was an unconscious selfrighteousness that came from always knowing she was special. She sympathized with how awful and alienated Scarlett probably felt right now.
There was something refreshing about her. What was it? Cassie felt a tingle travel up her spine and down her arms, all the way to her fingers. But I think it was something good. I love that stuff. Chapter 6 The moon overhead was a bright white waxing crescent, and the sky was clear.
Cassie and Adam were standing by the maypole hand in hand, and she felt radiant in the yellow camisole dress her friends picked out for her. Suzan had dropped it off with a note written in her loopy script: This dress screamed your name! Suzan had also bought ties for all the guys, and they looked good, but the girls outshone them in their dresses.
Melanie was in green chiffon and Laurel in carnation-pink voile. Suzan, always voluptuous, had chosen a coppercolored tank dress for herself that was pushing the boundary of indecent exposure. Diana wore an understated ivory silk tunic. Deborah, who rarely wore dresses, was decked out in her own way. She had on tight white jeans, a white T-shirt, and a purple leather jacket.
When it came to Cassie, she was extremely protective of her cousin. She hoped to do the same with Nick tonight. She admired the multicolored garlands and ribbons streaming down from its apex. She was wearing a cornflower-blue baby-doll dress, and her long red hair was stuffed beneath a brown felt bowler hat.
Deborah nodded. Scarlett was all smiles and confidence as Cassie introduced her to the rest of the group. Her dark eyes passed over each of them individually, and she greeted everyone with the affection of an old friend. It was her nature; she was immediately comfortable with everyone she met.
And she was pretty. She was anxious to learn more about Scarlett and, come to think of it, she was pretty hungry herself. The group split up then, everyone heading over to the egg-toss lawn, except for Adam and Diana, who were on their way to visit Melanie and Constance at their jewelry booth. Scarlett nodded, chewed, and swallowed. Cassie searched her mind for the right thing to say.
She wanted to change the subject to something less heavy, but it occurred to her that every good and exciting thing she wanted to tell also involved the Circle, so she was left speechless. For the first time since she moved to New Salem, she understood why being friends with an Outsider could be such a challenge.
They were laughing because Adam had gotten ice cream on his nose and chin, and the more he tried to wipe it away, the more ice cream he smeared around. Cassie felt her stomach drop. But why? It was only an ice-cream cone. A shared snack between friends was nothing to get upset over. She would just join them.
She led Scarlett their way and then noticed Faye approaching from the opposite direction. Faye was wearing a sheer black dress that fit her like a corset. Adam and Diana stopped laughing and regained control of their ice-cream situation once they noticed Cassie and the others heading their way.
Faye introduced Max and then sized up Scarlett. Are you sure? Max looked a little disappointed. Faye made a move to follow him, but he stopped her. Cassie opened her mouth to say something, but before any words came out, Faye stormed off. It was actually embarrassing, how petty her friends must have appeared. I once ate so many Skittles, I sneezed rainbows for three days. Scarlett was trying to lighten things up, to comfort her, and she appreciated that.
Outsider or not, she liked this girl. They dashed toward the jewelry booth. Even Chris and Doug let their eggs fall to run and help. Melanie was crying out for someone to call an ambulance. A few townspeople with medical training kneeled over Constance, taking her vital signs, ordering everyone to stay back and give her some air.
One of them had a hold on Melanie, who was thrashing and swinging at him before Diana and Laurel caught her by the arms and pulled her off to the side. Or maybe the sight of Constance dropping to the ground was too much for her. In moments of crisis her mother tended to break down rather than rise up. The group embraced Melanie while Adam hugged Cassie close. She buried her head in his shoulder. It was impossible to know how much time passed while the paramedics worked on Constance.
Cassie kept thinking it had to be a joke. Ha ha, got you, Cassie imagined Constance saying from her spot on the ground. Constance was always trying to remind them of the fragility of life and the delicate balance of all things. Maybe this was just one more lesson. But then the paramedics stopped their pushing and pulling and pumping and gasping.
There were no more mouthfuls of air to be given or received, and there was no more hope. The paramedic in charge stood up and brought their efforts to the ultimate conclusion. He declared Aunt Constance dead. Expired was the word he used, which struck Cassie as unbelievably harsh.
Cassie had never seen Melanie lose it the way she did at that moment. But this was just too much. She fell to her knees and wailed. So much for new beginnings, Cassie thought. Even with all the lanterns and flickering candles surrounding her, she felt cold in the lighthouse.
Laurel wanted to perform a strength-giving ceremony to help Melanie through the next few days. Everyone was lost in their own fog, traumatized. She retrieved a tiny glass bottle and eyedropper. We should all take some. Everyone around us does die. The most powerful tools a witch could have.
We might be able to bring Constance back. Constance was teaching us so much about our powers, and that was just the beginning of our training. We need her.
I know this is still all new to you, Cassie, but necromancy has been used since the third century. But Faye, always vigilant, picked up on it. To keep from falling over, Cassie imagined. Then she spoke warily. He wanted this—to test the limits of his power. It was the side of Adam that Cassie often forgot was there. Behind his relentlessly responsible facade, he was an adventurer at heart.
But we should put it to a vote. Her only family. Constance was family to all of us, and I want to do it. The rest of you, go get Melanie. Now go! She wanted to use the Tools, and now we are. Power always comes with consequences. Before this year, Cassie had never even seen a real dead body, and now she was going to put her hands over one and try to bring it back to life.
And when she removed its ancient lid, the bracelet glistened inside, as if it were celebrating the sudden, surprising light. She ran her fingers over the intricate design on its rich silver surface and felt its weight in her hands. But then Diana called to her from outside. Once she was dressed and ready, she found Diana waiting for her on the front porch swing with a large cotton sack at her side. Even under all this stress, Diana remained in control.
And somehow it did. A few moments of holding Diana close calmed her. Constance was the only connection to the old ways the Circle had. She would always be the most natural leader among them, no matter what. Adam nodded. Melanie kneeled in the center beside the covered body. Cassie helped Deborah drape the windows with purple linens. Diana approached Faye carrying two golden censers. Faye had changed into her ceremonial black shift, and she was already wearing the green leather garter with its seven silver buckles.
She accepted the censers from Diana and then called Sean over to tend to the chore. Diana nodded over to Melanie, sitting solemnly with the diadem on her head. The rest of us are her support. Cassie followed close behind her, removing the bracelet from her wrist on her way. In a few minutes, the room had been properly prepared, and Diana called for the ritual to begin. Is everyone ready? Melanie appeared to be in a cloudy-eyed daze, but she looked more beautiful wearing the Master Tools than Cassie had ever seen her.
Diana cleared her throat and began reading aloud. A second circle is formed half a foot within the first. Cassie wondered if she had the strength to do it.
Cassie could sense an energy rising up from the center triangle, webbing out to each member of the group, linking them all together in a maze of light. Then call to the spirit again, affectionately. Then a shape began to form. It was most definitely a symbol, a primal-looking mark resembling two crooked U-shapes within a hexagon.
Then everything went dark. Her great-aunt Constance was still dead. And now she had to experience her death all over again. Adam spoke out again. Does it say anything else in your book? Whatever it said next got smudged out. Or had she imagined it? Constance was lost to them forever. It was late by the time Cassie got back home, but her mother was awake, lying on the sofa in her nightgown. She sat upright as soon as Cassie stepped in from outside.
Her mother surprised her by listening, really listening this time. Like two bent U-shapes inside a hexagon. Cassie was breathless. Her mother closed her eyes for a moment and when she reopened them they looked as grim as two black coals. Chapter 9 Witch hunters go back as far as witches. Just as Cassie was descended from a long line of powerful ancestors, the witch hunters, too, had their lineage. They walked side by side, her mother carrying a casserole dish and Cassie holding a few soothing herbs from the garden.
Cassie felt her hair lifted by the salty wind coming off the ocean, and she watched the trees fill with that same wind. The birds nesting within the trees began to sing and a strange sort of calm came over her. The first familiar face Cassie saw belonged to Sally Waltman. What was she doing here? Had she come with Portia? She looked a little nervous to be there. She fidgeted with her dress and played with her rust-colored hair.
Sally was the closest thing the group had to an Outsider ally, and that was nothing to take lightly. This was a nice gesture, and I know Melanie appreciates it. Her small, wiry body relaxed. The group had Melanie surrounded like an army of blackclad secret-service agents. Most days Cassie forgot how intimidating the Circle could appear to others, and how superior they looked compared to average kids their age.
Sometimes vulnerability was appropriate, and this was one of those times. Cassie locked eyes with Adam and dreamed for a moment that they could run away together, far away from all this. None of the Circle did. Cassie went to Adam first, just to breathe in his scent and feel his strong arms around her body. Then she offered her condolences and the soothing herbs to Melanie. Diana tapped Cassie on the shoulder and pulled her in for a tight squeeze.
Hugging Diana was like hugging daylight, and she was about as constant. Tall, magisterial Diana could always be relied upon.
But before Cassie had the chance to answer, Diana got distracted. It was a surprise to see Scarlett making her way through the crowd, dressed conservatively in all black with her wild hair tamed into a neat ponytail. As she meandered through the crowd, Cassie noticed people stepping aside to let her pass. How weird, Cassie thought, but then it occurred to her the reason why: All these strangers must have thought Scarlett was one of the group.
She assumed the air of belonging right there with Melanie and the rest of the Circle, and so people believed she did. But when she finally reached Cassie and the others, some of that confidence fell away.
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