Fire and Bloodstone Stories: Fire and Bloodstone Stories

By Naomi Muse

Time travel through fire can change your life.

Join Laveau as he is swept into time traveling within the bayous of Louisiana. From meeting mysterious women to becoming the getaway driver for the notorious Bonnie and Clyde, his life will never be the same.

In this collection, you will find Stumbling Through Time, Matter of Time, and the bonus prequel The Gift of Time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Naomi Muse
• Release date: Mar 19, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386632597

Naomi Muse

Hello Musers, I’m Naomi Muse. I see the world through magically tinted glasses. You may know them as shades, I just like to look fancy. I seek magic in everyday situations, which is why I write urban fantasy and science fiction. I believe people can overcome anything, including monsters and aliens. When I need guidance, I turn to spirituality and tarot. Sometimes, tarot even prompts a story. Join me on this wild ride through my imagination. If you want to get in contact with me (I’m friendly I promise) you can find me in the following places: My Website: http://www.catchamuse.com Twitter: http://twitter.com/catchamuse Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/catchamuse Facebook: http://facebook.com/catchamuse Instagram: http://instagram.com/catchnaomi I hope to hear from you soon! Naomi

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Fire and Bloodstone Stories

Fire and Bloodstone Stories

The Collection

Naomi Muse

Copyright © 2019 by Naomi Muse

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Contents

The Gift of Time

The Gift of Time

Stumbling Through Time

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Matter of Time

Matter of Time

Also by Naomi Muse

The Gift of Time

The Gift of Time

Reva, I need you to find me this boy, Laveau, Mama said.

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Why this boy? Why now? I asked.

Not now. I need you to go back about thirty years. The eighties should be about right. You need to find him when he's young enough not to question you. He’ll still be in Louisiana. I have my reasons why. We have a special gift. We can travel in time. Gifts come with responsibility.

I know that Mama, but--

Don't you interrupt me girl. It is our responsibility to help. Small nudges, little gifts. These things will have a favorable outcome. That being said, this boy will be the first one you help. Nothing major, just a delivery. But, the impact it will have will bring great change.

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But, Mama is he going to defeat someone or change history?

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That is not for me to tell you. Quite frankly, it's none of your business. That is his path. For now, we just need to facilitate his learning process. Be careful. There are some that don’t want him to gain this knowledge. They are insignificant in the grand scheme of things.

I’ll stay on my toes. You want me to give the boy a stone and set him free?

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You're getting it now. See, I knew that I raised a smart girl.

I was surprised that Mama trusted me with a risky mission. She usually wanted me safe at home. I had been waiting for the opportunity to take on more responsibility for a long time. Thanks to Mama, I could travel by fire. Well, not so much thanks to her. She didn't invent it. She gave me the bloodstone that enables me to travel. This wouldn’t be my first time, but it still made me nervous.

I had everything ready on the tiny patch of sand behind my house that I called my private beach. A stone circle that was always ready for my travels. The firewood and kindling were already set up. I lit a small fire, no need to make a big mess. I watched it burn for a few minutes. I had gotten used to the smoke, but I hated how the sooty smell lingered in my hair.

It's so crazy how this works. It really shouldn't work at all. I have a theory. I think it’s not so much the act of the fire, but more the temperature of the fire reacting with some aspect of the bloodstone. I haven’t figured out a way to test this theory. Mama won't tell me if I’m right or wrong. I'm sure that she knows. She always knows.

I stepped into the fire with my eyes closed as I had every other time. I slowly lowered myself until I was seated. I opened my