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  About This Book

  Lost in Time by Tish Thawer

  Three sister witches escape the Salem witch trials when the eldest casts a spell that sends their souls forward in time. Separated by unknown forces, their soul journeys place them into new lives, causing two of the three Howe sisters to end up in an unforgiving mountain range in the early 1700s, where they come face-to-face with a native tribe living in a secluded box canyon. Forced to shift their focus from their lost sibling, the girls quickly realize they’ve been trapped in a time loop and now must face the tribe whose end goal remains to be seen.

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  Dawn of the Witch Hunters by Morgan Wylie

  Witch hunter Marie Blackstone has always planned to follow in her mother’s ways, learning to control her power and live at peace with their coven neighbors. Dante Blackstone has craved power from a young age. After the death of his and Marie’s mother, his hatred for the witches grows into madness. Seeking freedom from her brother’s vendetta, Marie joins other supernatural beings as they set out in search of a new home and a new way of life. But he won’t let her go easily—even if that means eradicating any witch who gets in his way.

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  Redemption’s End by Eric R. Asher

  Gregory and Charlotte left their lives as pirates behind to huddle in a tinker’s shop, building fantastic creations powered by steam and aether. Fifteen hundred miles inland from the ocean they once called home, they seek a quieter, safer way of life in the mountains of the Colorado territory. Fixing their neighbors’ watches, creating beautiful and unique gifts, and helping to protect the burgeoning town is how they hope to make up for their past life of misdeeds. Becoming a target of a crazed fae was not part of the plan.

  Legends of Havenwood Falls Volume One

  A Legends of Havenwood Falls Collection

  Tish Thawer

  Morgan Wylie

  Eric R. Asher

  Copyright © 2018 Lost in Time by Tish Thawer, Dawn of the Witch Hunters by Morgan Wylie, Redemption’s End by Eric R. Asher, Ang’dora Productions, LLC

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  All rights reserved.

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters and events are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Contents

  Legends of Havenwood Falls Books

  Tish Thawer

  Lost in Time

  Also by Tish Thawer

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Morgan Wylie

  Dawn of the Witch Hunters

  Also by Morgan Wylie

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Eric R. Asher

  Redemption’s End

  Also by Eric R. Asher

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  An Excerpt

  Trapped Within a Wish

  Legends of Havenwood Falls Books

  Lost in Time by Tish Thawer

  Dawn of the Witch Hunters by Morgan Wylie

  Redemption’s End by Eric R. Asher

  Trapped Within a Wish by Brynn Myers

  Blood and Damnation by Belinda Boring

  Fated Beginnings by E.J. Fechenda (September 2018)

  Emeline by Katie M. John (October 2018)

  Released From a Curse by Brynn Myers (November 2018)

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  Lost in Time

  Tish Thawer

  Also by Tish Thawer

  The Rose Trilogy:

  Scent of a White Rose (Book #1)

  Roses & Thorns (Book #1.5)

  Blood of a Red Rose (Book #2)

  Death of a Black Rose (Book #3)

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  The Women of Purgatory Trilogy:

  Raven’s Breath (Book #1)

  Dark Abigail (Book #2)

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  The Witches of BlackBrook Series:

  The Witches of BlackBrook (Book #1)

  The Daughters of Maine (Book #2)

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  The Ovialell Series:

  Aradia Awakens (Book #1)

  Dark Seeds (Book #1.5 – A short-story novella)

  Prophecy’s Child (An Ovialell Short Story)

  The Rise of Rae (An Ovialell Short Story)

  Shay and the Box of Nye (An Ovialell Short Story)

  Behind the Veil (An Ovialell Omnibus)

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  Additional Works

  Magical Bullet Journal & Planner

  Handler

  Fairy Tale Confessions

  Dance With Me (A Short Story

  originally featured in Fairy Tale Confessions)

  Losing It: A Collection of V-Cards

  Christmas Lites II

  “Return us to our journey’s end, find our sister, lost again. Use the bond that unites the three, as we will it, so mote it be.”

  –– Tish Thawer

  Prologue

  IPSWICH, MASSACHUSETTS – 1693

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  Our soul journeys begin ~ Kara Howe

  Kara

  Kenna and I held tightly to Jeremiah as we watched Karina being pulled through the crowd. She was whipped around and tied to the stake, her long auburn hair lashing her face as she
looked out over a sea of hateful faces who would love nothing more than to see her burn. With no solid proof, Governor Danforth announced her conviction and cast a torch at her feet. Flames rose, flickering closer and closer to her shoes and blackening the bottom of her cotton petticoat and apron as she struggled against the ropes holding her in place.

  Karina, please. Use your magic to escape. Using our magical bond, I sent my deepest wish into Karina’s mind as tears streaked down my face. Karina’s only reply: a simple, peace-filled smile and the building of magic in the air.

  My auburn hair––a perfect match to both my sisters’—fell forward from beneath my white coif and covered my freckled face. Bowing my head, I listened to Karina’s inner plea to the goddess. Kenna, Jeremiah, and I all closed our eyes and surrendered to Karina’s spell pulling our souls forward through time. Surrounded by wind and fire, we escaped this unbearable life of wrongful convictions as our astral bodies spun wildly into the starry night. Sparking against one another, we recognized each other’s magic and knew Karina had just saved us all.

  Opening my eyes, I took in the unfamiliar space but quickly understood how the soul journeys now worked. Solidified into my new lifetime, information flowed into my mind, filling in details of the person I would now be living as. I looked around the room and saw two others––a man and a younger woman—standing directly across from me. Thankfully, I was fully cognizant that despite their outward appearance, it was actually Jeremiah and Kenna who remained with me. I quickly glanced around at the rest of the room, and my heart clenched as I realized, however, Karina was not.

  Chapter 1

  OPEN TERRITORY—June 1703

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  Our second soul journey. Karina was not found in our previous lifetime. After her initial spell, we were all pulled to Salem a few years in the future, but were unable to locate her there. It took months of using our magic to even pinpoint her, but shortly after that, her signature was permanently lost. She had died and jumped again, and we were not far behind. Hopefully this time, we will have better luck. ~ Kara Howe

  Kara

  I woke within the safety of what appeared to be a large covered wagon. A thick, dingy canvas stretched tight over hickory bows flexed above my head. I sat up, fully entrenched in my newest lifetime, and rubbed my eyes as the memory dump that accompanied this soul journey quickly informed me that Kenna and I were the daughters of a fur trader––Jeremiah.

  “Girls, are you all right?” Jeremiah called from the other side of the wagon.

  “Yes. I’m all right,” I replied, then looked to my little sister, who now wore the face of a young Spanish beauty. She had dark almond-shaped eyes and a cascade of dark flowing hair. “Kenna, are you well?”

  “Yes, I am fine.” Kenna sat up from beneath a bundle of covers made of skins and furs and adjusted her heavy coat and the raccoon-tail hat that sat upon her head. “But what in the world am I wearing?”

  She twisted the end of her hair around her finger and stared down at her clothes, clearly distraught over the current fashions.

  Jeremiah, now a Spanish fur trader named Lorenzo Vargas, sat up and adjusted the suspenders under his thick wool coat, then tugged at his newly acquired beard.

  “It seems I’m a fur trader, and you two are my twin girls,” he explained, confirming the answers I had already received.

  Pausing for only a moment as more information filtered in, I quickly continued, “It’s late spring, and we are in the open territory of a massive mountain range that has recently been claimed by Juan de Ulibarri of the Spanish conquistadors.”

  “Are we in danger?” Kenna’s head snapped up––the curl of dark hair still wrapped around her index finger––and addressed the one thing that remained a constant pull upon her soul: our family’s safety.

  “No. We are safe,” I confirmed, as the last filaments of information seeped into my consciousness. “Apparently, our family is one of the ‘approved’ traders still allowed into the villages.”

  “Excellent. At least that is one less concern.” Kenna squared her shoulders and released the lock of hair. Uncinching the ties that let in a blast of frigid mountain air, she moved to exit the back of the wagon. “You two rest while I scan the area and put our protection spells in place. We will begin our search for Karina in the morning.”

  She shivered, pulling down her fur cap, and then stepped out into the pitch-black night.

  Jeremiah and I exchanged nods, knowing we were in good hands, then settled back into the warmth of our own fur coverings.

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  Chief Aquakawwa

  Scents of sage, mugwort, and a hint of copal wafted from the fire as I sat with my shaman in the center of our village. Mountains surrounded us on all sides, rising into the horizon and backlit against a starlit sky.

  “A change has arrived,” my shaman said in our native tongue. His weathered face and gray-tinged braids hung low as he focused intently on the smoke rising from the burning embers.

  I turned and glanced around the village, but found nothing out of place. “The family teepees remain tightly arranged within the box canyon from winter. I see no change,” I replied.

  “You will. When the trader and his family come from the west, do not send them away.” The shaman rose from the log he had been seated upon and turned to leave, stopping with just one last thing to say. “Do this, and our tribe will no longer face the threat of war, be it from the Comanche or the white man.”

  The elder shuffled off, and when he was no longer in view, I turned back to the fire and cupped the smoke in my hands, inhaling deeply. A haze washed over me, and I closed my eyes, allowing myself to become lost in thought as the history of our tribe played out in within my mind.

  Peace for my people had always been a struggle in the changing landscape around us. Our lineage came from the larger Ute population that occupied much of the extended territory nearby, but our smaller offshoot tribe now maintained our home in the box canyon we had found during one of our southern hunting expeditions.

  “There is something special about this land,” my shaman had said at the time, and he was right. Rugged mountains boxed us in, and a great waterfall fed into the ponds and rivers below, providing life-sustaining resources and seclusion from the outside world—until recently.

  Invading tribes threatened from the east, and the rapid movements of the Spaniards heading north in recent years had forced me to choose whether to relocate with the majority of the Ute people, or to stay behind and defend our village alone.

  I made the decision quickly. Ever since, we had defended our traditional way of life in the quiet solace of this canyon and would continue to protect ourselves and the joy we had found within this special place.

  I opened my eyes and sat quietly, watching the flames dance upon the air, and thought about what my shaman had said. If his vision came to pass, we would face a beautiful future no longer threatened by war. I rose from the log and looked upon the teepees scattered throughout the village, my focus settling on that of my own family dwelling. I hoped this trader and his family would be able to find us soon.

  Chapter 2

  Kara

  I woke, bouncing roughly to and fro as the wagon lurched forward. Jeremiah must have risen before either of us girls and set off on the trail this trader had been traveling over for the last few weeks. I sat up and rubbed my head, foreign dark hair cascading over my shoulders. It would take some time to get used to not seeing the red locks my sisters and I normally shared. Our names in this lifetime were Lorenzo, Catalina, and Clara Vargas, the latter being myself. As twins, Kenna and I looked exactly the same––tan skin, brown eyes, long black hair, and in our early twenties with curvier figures than either of us were used to. We would continue in this lifetime living as the Vargas family with all their knowledge and memories, but it was through the magic of our soul journeys that we were now in control and cognizant contributors to it all.

  Pushing from beneath the blankets, I climbed thr
ough the front opening to join Jeremiah on the loosely fashioned hardwood bench that sat in front of the tarp.

  “Wow!” I gasped. Two large oxen, strapped and reined, strained to pull the wagon across the rough terrain. “That was unexpected.”

  Jeremiah huffed out a laugh. “Yes, oxen are far more capable of pulling the weight of a wagon this size and all its contents than horses would be. At least for our purposes.”