The Solitary Sorceress

By Debbie Mumford

It’s been ten years since the Firestone turned Kaitlyn into a sorceress to be reckoned with. Since that fateful day, she’s been in seclusion, mastering herself as well as the artifact. But now her mentor and friend, Aelfric, has died and King Lorien has called her to court to take her place as the King’s Magician. Is she ready? Can she maintain control of the Firestone while surrounded by courtiers? Only time will tell.

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Debbie Mumford specializes in the unknown —fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular “Sorcha’s Children” series, Debbie loves mythology and is especially fond of Celtic and Native American lore. She writes about dragons, thunderbirds and time-traveling lovers for adults as herself and for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan. Visit debbiemumford.com to learn more. Join her newsletter list at eepurl.com/bTXLhX and receive an exclusive FREE story!

• Language: English
• Publisher: WDM Publishing
• Release date: Aug 21, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370067497

Debbie Mumford

Debbie Mumford specializes in speculative fiction—fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Author of the popular Sorcha’s Children series, Debbie loves the unknown, whether it’s the lure of space or earthbound mythology. Her work has been published in multiple volumes of Fiction River, as well as in Heart’s Kiss Magazine, Spinetingler Magazine, and other popular markets. She writes about dragon-shifters, time-traveling lovers, and ghostly detectives for adults as Debbie Mumford and contemporary fantasy for tweens and young adults as Deb Logan.

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The Solitary Sorceress

The Solitary Sorceress

Witchling

2

Debbie Mumford

WDM Publishing

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About the Author

Also by Debbie Mumford

Chapter

1

Kaitlyn felt him die. Felt his spirit depart this world, though it had been years since she’d seen his

beloved

face

.

She stumbled, though the path through the white-barked aspen trees was well known to her and the morning clear and bright.

Fear and grief assaulted

her

mind

.

She felt his power return to the reservoir of ambient magic. Felt a cresting wave of urgent desire break against her will as the magic in the very air around her ebbed and flowed, seeking a new balance.

The Firestone awoke, scrabbling for energy as it tried to claim more magic, claim more of

her

life

.

She collapsed to the bare ground, bracing herself against the rough trunk of an aspen. Dropping her gathering basket, she hugged her knees beneath scrunched and disheveled skirts and petticoats.

No, she whispered through gritted teeth, sweat beading her forehead. "No. You will not advance. I refuse to

allow

it

."

Closing her eyes,