Today’s snippet is Sybilla’s vision from Witch Trial Legacy.
Sybilla Sanborn must break a centuries old curse before everything she cares about goes up in smoke.
Sybilla is a nurse gifted with the ability to heal with her touch but cursed with visions of future tragedies she cannot prevent because no one heeds her warnings. With help from the mediums of the spiritualist town of Cassadaga, Florida, she learns she is descended from both the first person executed for witchcraft in this country and the man who accused her.
Conn Ahern is an Iraq war vet dealing with pain and PTSD while working as a paramedic and struggling to save the ranch his grandmother founded. He’s an atheist who wants nothing to do with the people of the town.
When Conn and Sybilla meet, sparks fly, but not always in a good way, and their relationship fans the flames of jealousy and revenge in someone who doesn’t want them to work things out.
During a séance, her ancestor’s spirit reveals how Sybilla can rid herself of the curse and save Conn, but the price may be too high.
Something tickled Sybilla’s pharynx, then clogged her chest.
Neelie turned to her. “Are you okay?”
Sybilla’s eyes burned and watered. Her lungs constricted, and she gasped. The contaminated air sent her into a coughing jag. Finally, she caught her breath and cleared her throat. “Smoke.”
Neelie sniffed. “I don’t smell anything.”
Tears streamed from Sybilla’s eyes and blurred her vision. She blinked and brushed away the moisture. Flashes of orange light, searing heat, and acrid fumes spewed forth around her. Where is it?
Neelie led her to a bench next to the store. “Sit down.” Grabbing a pamphlet from a nearby table, she fanned Sybilla.
Old wooden structures are tinderboxes. The whole town is in danger, but where do I tell the fire department to go to? Sybilla swiped at her eyes again and stood. With panicked glances around her, she searched for the source of the flames.
Neelie shook her. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Fire. Call 911.”
Neelie turned in all directions. “Nothing’s burning.”
Sybilla’s eyes cleared. The suffocating odor disappeared. Oh no, not again. Her gut churned. Must find out more, but I don’t want to worry Neelie and I know better than to tell anyone about the visions. The people I confide in always react the same way.
Brow furrowed and lips pursed, Neelie stared at her.
Sybilla strained her lips into a grin. “Sorry, something made me dizzy for a minute, but I’m okay now. Let’s eat.”