Tuesday Tales: From the Word BUD

Welcome to the end of February. Is it just me, or wasn’t Christmas like yesterday?

Today, the authors from Tuesday Tales are bringing you scenes based on the word prompt BUD. I’ve jumped ahead a little. Losh is a fallen god out for revenge against the Coles. My scene is from Atonement, my Psychic Romance/Paranormal Suspense. There are only a few scenes left before it heads over to be published. The plot thickens.

“Aunt Selma, there’s no easy way to say this, but your guests aren’t who and what they say they are. They aren’t demons, but I believe they’re working with Losh. Roberta says they’re trying to identify him, but he’s gotten better at hiding himself from their magic. The men have been searching the cottage, The Taproom in particular, but if Hezekiah has enchanted the artifacts, I may be the only one who can find them.”

Her aunt leaned back. “I should’ve known. It’s as if I’ve been in a fog for months not a day.” She reached for the red rose in the vase, the bloom not much more than a bud. A touch of her fingers, and it blossomed. “Maybe hitting my head has knocked some sense into me. Roberta brought me some tea earlier that seems to have done wonders. I’m far more clearheaded than I was. I can’t for the life of me understand why I would’ve done such a thing.”

“You were worried about me, Samhain, and everything else that’s due to happen.”

Aunt Selma chuckled. “There’s a little more to it than that, and we both know it. The time wasn’t right. Now, it is, although I wish we had more of it. When you get back to the cottage this afternoon, open the chest. Inside you’ll find three books handed down from generation to generation, although few of us can read them now. Le Grand Albert and Le Petit Albert are grimoires, books of magic and alchemy, with spells and incantations as well as recipes for potions. There may be something in there that can help identify this latest incarnation of Losh. The smaller book is by no means an abridged version of the larger one. Many of my elixir and soap recipes come from it. Hester translated them for me, and I wrote them out. You’ll find my book of recipes in there as well as a journal written by Asher Cole, Ishmael’s father and the leader of the expedition that fled Jersey for the New World. They traveled in three ships, that I know. His book is in Breton, unlike the grimoires written in twelfth century Latin, not quite the language you learned in school. The author, Albertus Magnus, is actually a Catholic saint. If you’re the one meant to read them, you will.”

That’s it. Stay safe, and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.