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It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars. ‘I come here to bless this gathering!’ he boomed. ‘And bless you, Teddy, Teddy Theodore, gift of God, that your soul shall be welcome in the everlasting! God, as I wrote in my book, Love Me, Love My Fractured Spirit, available at all good bookstores, is me, and God, is you, together, there is nothing, we cannot do.’ Poor Teddy had tears building in his eyes, but they were tears of mirth, as he remembered that whatever it was that Gorham had become, it was not boring.

Well, of course… except for Ibarra who was sitting behind me and busy reading his book. “Didn’t you know that places like this, churches, and seminaries are the ones that has the greatest number of wandering spirits and entities? Most people think otherwise since we all know that ghosts are bad. They thought they are not allowed to stand somewhere holy… but that’s where they are wrong.” Hera shuddered and moved closer to Jeremy. “Is it just me or the room is getting colder?” I swallowed the air blocking my throat. I thought it was just me who felt that.

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" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.

“There are people in need of your special skills in cleansing their homes and selves from spirits, ghosts, poltergeists, discarnate spirits, and even demons. That is why you are gathered here even more than letting Isabella fill you in about January. I have been quietly doing this most of my life, but I need you guys to help me. Except for Joseph, you are about to graduate from one segment of your life and into the next chapter. This next chapter began with what we encountered in Isabella’s house, but that was just an introduction in a way. You can examine some of my cases if you want, or you can wait for the next ones to come up.” “You get calls about this?” Jessica asked. “Nearly every wee

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

I exhaled, leaning closer. “A few weeks ago I was reading books about the first spirits that walked the earth before we came into existence,” She cut in. “Spirits of the Celestine veil?” I almost smiled. Triss always impresses me with her vast knowledge leaving me wondering where she learned and still learns so much. I affirmed with a few nods. “Yes. Them,” “What about them?” “I’ve been looking for a book about the spirit born, Zara. There are books on others but her. I’ve checked the libraries, offices and halls of great measters, yet nothing was recorded,”

That was when Cherry suddenly turned into ash and disappeared into the wind. Two books were left where she had stood before. Quinn and Mia flew over to pick up the books out of curiosity. They used vital energy to pick it up like hands. "The Evil Spirit Divine Technique and the Dark Lightning Original Scripture. They look like the techniques she mainly cultivates," Quinn said as she carefully read the words on the book covers. "They don't sound like orthodox techniques," Mia commented. "Those techniques sound very similar to the techniques at the Nefarious Deity Sect and the Evil Shadow Sect. Let's take them back to Helena and Norm," Chase said.