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"Darkness comes... but we keep the light." -- Dora Maddock
"Never trust a warlock." -- Sasha Maddock
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Prologue: The Witches of Dark Root
Prologue: Magic Man
Miss Sasha’s Magick Shoppe, Dark Root, Oregon
The shop was cold and dimly lit, musty and confining.
A spider web had attached itself to the archway that separated the main room from the back and I ducked each time I passed beneath it, not bothering to sweep it down. Shelves lined every wall of Mother’s Magick shop, displaying the hundreds of candles, masks, figurines, and baubles that made Miss Sasha’s the most popular attraction in all of Dark Root.
While the oddities fascinated tourists, I hardly noticed them anymore as I went about my work. I hardly noticed anything anymore, except the clock that ticked down the minutes until I was released from my daily servitude.
“Excuse me,” said a woman who had been meandering near the book section for the last hour. “Where is your restroom?”
I responded by opening the front door.
She looked like she was going to protest but decided against it. My apathy for the shop was notorious. She would probably lodge a complaint with my mother instead.
“You need to order more peppermint,” my sister Eve said, emerging from the back room and sucking on a piece of candy. “We’ve been out for almost a week.”
“You order it,” I responded.
If she was going to eat the supplies, she could order them as well.
Eve launched into a series of reasons why I should perform the task––I was practically a boy and therefore, better at math, I had no social life and thus had far more time for work, etc. I was about to tell her that it wouldn’t bother me if we ran out of everything, that the whole place could implode for all I cared, when a crystal figurine on a low shelf caught my eye. It was an owl, an ugly thing with eyes that bulged and a beak that hooked. I wasn’t sure who had ordered it but I was certain it would never find a buyer.
“Bet I beat you out of this town,” I said, tapping its beak.
A losing bet, I realized. It had wings. I didn’t even have a car.
I checked the clock again––five minutes ‘til closing time––and glanced around the shop. It wasn’t as clean as my mother would have wanted, but then again my mother wasn’t here.
“I say we call it done,” I said, tossing my apron on the counter.
“Maggie, come take a look.”
Eve stood by the window. Her fingers twitched as she pointed to a man I had never seen before, seated by the window in Delilah’s Deli across the street.
“Who is he?” she asked. “I don’t recognize him.”
I moved to get a better view, nudging her out of the way. “Well, he isn’t from around here.”
Eve clucked her tongue. Of course, he wasn’t from around here. His sophisticated clothing identified him as a city person, not a man who spent much time slinking around a small town in Central Oregon.
“He’s handsome,” she said and I silently agreed. Though it was getting dark I could still make out his thick mane of wavy brown hair and the strong line of his jaw. He was leaning forward, talking to a gaunt young man who hung on his every word.
“We have to find out what he’s doing here,” Eve said. “It’s just not natural.” Though the town festered with tourists during the fall months when we held the Haunted Dark Root Festival, it was rare to see anyone arrive after November and before May.
“Probably just passing through on his way to Salem or Portland. Blew out a tire or had to use the bathroom.”
“You have no imagination.”
Eve chattered on about how he was probably a famous Hollywood producer. She couldn’t allow anyone a normal life; she always reached for the dramatic.
But she was right. There was something special about the stranger. He had an energy that popped and sparkled.
As if he knew he was being watched, he turned in our direction. Eve ducked but I held my position, staring back. His eyes were as grey and stormy as the Oregon coastline. He knew things...secrets and mysteries.
I felt jolted awake after a long sleep.
“We should bring him over.” Eve’s dark eyes flashed as she pushed a step-stool across the floor to gather oils and vials from the top shelf. Next, she collected an assortment of herbs from bins beneath the counter. “...Candles. I need purple candles.”
Like a fly to a spider, I thought as I watched her. She was driven when she had a mission, not the same dreamy girl who stared out the window all day talking about the life she was missing out on while she ignored customers.
“We could just walk across the street and talk to him,” I said, moving away from the window.
“Just because you’re too good for magic, doesn’t mean some of us don’t respect the craft.”
“I never said I was against magic.”
“Just practicing it. We can’t all be Wilders, you know?” Eve placed her stack onto the counter and arranged the objects into neat piles.
I felt my face redden. Wilder was a slang word, used to describe a witch who had no control over her magic. The light above us flickered.
Besides,” Eve grinned, as if she had said nothing wrong. “This is far more fun. Now, where’s the book?” She scanned the room for our mother’s spell book.
I shrugged. If she wanted to lure a man here against his will that was her business, but I wasn’t going to help.
“Here it is!” She held up a small, leather-bound journal in her hands. It was a rare book, Mother claimed, filled with spells and incantations that would have been lost to time were they not carefully preserved on these pages. As a result, only Mother’s direct descendants could remove the book from her store without suffering a terrible curse.
What the curse was, nobody knew, but Miss Sasha’s magick was formidable, and no one in Dark Root wanted to risk it.
Eve went to work creating a concoction of vanilla, rose petals and thyme, hardly glancing at the open book beside her. She had probably committed her man-luring spell to heart.
“Wouldn’t it be exciting if we fell in love and he took me away from this horrible town? Now that Merry is gone, there’s nothing to keep me here.”
I felt a dagger in my heart at the mention of our older sister’s name. Merry had left three years ago to marry some guy she barely knew and nothing had been the same since.
“You really think you’re going to get out of here before me?” I asked.
“Someone’s got to take care of Mom. Besides,” Eve looked at the clock on the far wall then back to me, “I have to get out of here. I’m going to be a famous actress one day. A psychic told me.”
I snorted, peeking out the window again. The curtains to Delilah’s Deli were shut now, indicating that the cafe was closed. I glanced up and down the street, hoping to see a sign of him or his car, but the street was empty. “Even if your spell does work and you get him to wander over here, what makes you think he’s going to fall in love with you?”
“The travel spell is only part of it,” she said. “One sip of my special tea and he’ll treat me like the goddess I am.” Eve retreated into the back room, returning with a white porcelain cup and matching teapot. “You might not have dreams, Maggie, but I do. God forbid that three years from now when I’m your age, I’m still working as a sales girl in this dump.” She dropped her apron on the floor and kicked it under the counter.
Without warning the door opened, startling us both.
The stranger entered, removing his grey felt hat. He looked around the shop, taking it in. I glanced at Eve, wondering how her travel spell could have worked so quickly.
She shrugged in response.
“Well, hello there,” she said, regaining her composure “Our shop is closed but we were just making tea. You are welcome to join us.” She slinked towards the man, offering him the teacup.
The stranger blinked uncertainly, declining the tea with a wave of his hand. He strode past my sister and stood before me.
“Actually,” he said, staring at me with mystical eyes. “Maggie Maddock, I’m here for you.”
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January 03, 2023
Review from Boundless Book Reviews.
I found this book on Facebook. I kept seeing it advertised and finally checked it out. I realized it was on Kindle Unlimited and so I grabbed it. I'm so glad I did too!
I really loved this book. I have always loved reading books about witches and this one did not let me down. It wasn't your typical witch book either. There is a back story to all the witches that you don't usually see in books similar to this. The characters seem so real. Many witch books are so crazy its hard to believe in them or the story, but this one was more real. It has the ability to make you feel, to believe in the unknown. At least that's what it did for me. This story was a story of family, of finding yourself, of hope, and of fear. It had a little bit of everything that makes a book great. And the ending was just WOW!
The writing was good and the story was great. I gave this book 5 stars, but if I could I would give it 10. Yes! It's that good! I,m glad I found this book and am now a big fan of this author. I'm definitely looking forward to reading book 2 in The Daughters of Dark Root series.
February 23, 2023
The Witches of Dark Root by April Aasheim is not your typical witch story. If you want to judge it by the title and either grab it up because you LOVE witch stories, or pass it over because you don’t, I would suggest doing the former. Whether you like witch stories or not, I would suggest this book because it simply was very well written. The story flowed seamlessly and the characters were likeable instantly upon introduction.
Maggie Magic, or so the main character is lovingly called by many in the book, first finds herself in a boring and predictable life of living the way her mother chooses. Stuck in a small town forced to believe in magic and put on the “show” for everyone else’s benefit, Maggie is soon scooped up and whisked away by a total stranger. While her “powers” are not completely believed to be real or much of anything by her at first, she soon discovers in the outside world that she is indeed special and capable of more than she ever realized.
As the years go by Maggie is shocked by a betrayal that sends her heading back home, not only to deal with a sick mother but to reunite with her long lost sisters. Having to face past demons as well as typical family drama, Maggie comes into her own, strengthening and repairing her own weaknesses as well as reviving the town she once couldn’t wait to get away from.
The Witches of Dark Root is full of surprises. As stated, it isn’t your typical witch story. The setting is perfect and the character building is flawless, the book actually came to an end before I was ready for it to. This is one of those books you get lost in with characters that you get attached to immediately and ones you don’t want to let go of far after you’ve finished reading.
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May 28, 2023
Review from Feed Your Fiction Addiction
The Witches of Dark Root is a really unique paranormal read because it feels very much like a contemporary novel. That’s not to say that there isn’t plenty of fantasy in the book, it’s just that the focus of the story seems to really be Maggie’s relationships – with her mother, with her sisters, and with her boyfriend and possible love interests. This is one of the most character-driven paranormal novels I’ve read. And I definitely felt like it worked. It made for a really enjoyable read. So, read on for specifics about what I did and didn’t like –
The romances. I have to admit that Aasheim lost me a bit when it came to the romances in this novel. I felt like one of Maggie’s love interests was really kind of villified and in the end I really put the book down feeling like he got the short shrift (I don’t want to give any details about what happened, so I can’t be more specific, but I could give lots of examples about why I thought this was so). Then, one of the other love interests conveniently (and rather suddenly) falls for Maggie’s sister. When the romance part of the plot is finally resolved (I think – kind of), it’s done in a pretty perfunctory manner – blink and you might miss it! I’m hoping that we’ll get to see all of these love interests more, and that at least two of the three men in her life get a little more chance to show who they really are in the next book in the series.
The villains. I also felt like the “villains” could have been developed a bit more. The main villain (who I won’t name) wasn’t really developed enough in my opinion
What I loved:
The sisters. This is where the book really shined. I LOVED the relationship between the three sisters (well, four actually, although we don’t get to know the oldest sister as well). There was sibling rivalry, adoration, co-dependence, protectiveness, jealousy, love – all sorts of sisterly feelings were thrown into the mix. These were complicated relationships, and it made for great reading!
The magic. In a book about witches, there has to be some awesome magic thrown in, right? Well, Dark Root doesn’t disappoint. There were some really fun scenes where Maggie had to finally embrace the power that she had been denying for so long. I look forward to even more fun magical scenes in the next book in the series!
June Bug. I won’t even say who she is because it would be kind of a spoiler, but I will say that sweet, adorable little June Bug had my heart just as much as she had Maggie’s.
The twist. The book ends with a twist that I actually had guessed at briefly earlier in the book, but had put it aside and forgotten about it by the time it actually happened. This twist has some interesting potential ramifications, and I look forward to seeing what happens next!
The cover. When I saw that Aasheim created the cover herself, I thought, “Well, if her writing is anyone near as good as her artwork, I’ll love it!” (My one pet peeve after reading the book though – Maggie has red hair, so I’m not sure who the witch on the cover is supposed to be. Since it was the author herself who created this picture, she must have had a vision for it, but I don’t get that part!)
Overall, I really enjoyed The Witches of Dark Root. I would highly recommend it to fans of paranormal novels, but also to contemporary fans. I think that this book could appeal to a large audience. I’m definitely looking forward to finding out what happens in book #2! 4/5 Stars.