The Thorn Witch

By L.F. Oake

Pythia Loom's sole desire is to be accepted by her village, but her black hair has her pegged as a witch. After accidentally releasing a host of tormenting spirits onto her village, a minotaur from the dark forest gives Pythia two choices—be a monster, or be a hero. Pythia wonders, though, if she must be both.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilian Oake
• Release date: Sep 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386082613

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The Thorn Witch

A Jaydürian Tale

L.F. Oake

The Thorn Witch © 2018 Lilian Oake

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The Thorn Witch

A Jaydürian Tale

L.F. Oake

Table of Contents

Pythia Loom

A Hare of White

Blood Sacrifice

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Pythia Loom

Pythia Loom’s heart twinged with fear at the sight of the monstrous minotaur lumbering toward the water on the opposite side of the brook. With the swelling in her left eye from farmer Naugn’s fist, she could not tell how far away the creature really was, yet she remained calm as she scrubbed Naugn’s blood from her fingernails. She wanted to speak but did not know what to say or how to begin. Pythia hoped the minotaur would notice the blood on her face and hands, crusted from the cold autumn air, and speak first.

The minotaur looked up at her through bulbous black eyes before settling in his place. His massive hooves, four times the size of any bull’s, sank deep into the black mud. The horns of the creature added at least four inches to his eight or nine feet of height. One brawny arm alone looked as if it was thicker than her torso. The sight of him