Banishing Act

By Linda Jordan

Marcea just wanted a day off, but a demon had other plans.

Two more nights of a sold-out run of Medea, then she could rest.

But second sight hinted that a client would soon need help at her other calling. As a shaman.

Marcea couldn’t know how urgently the client needed her and the consequences.

Reader who love stories of spirits and the unknown should check out this earthy story of struggle with the unseen.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Metamorphosis Press
• Release date: Sep 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005768126

Linda Jordan

Linda Jordan writes fascinating characters, visionary worlds, and imaginative fiction. She creates both long and short fiction, serious and silly. She believes in the power of healing and transformation, and many of her stories follow those themes.In a previous lifetime, Linda coordinated the Clarion West Writers’ Workshop as well as the Reading Series. She spent four years as Chair of the Board of Directors during Clarion West’s formative period. She’s also worked as a travel agent, a baker, and a pond plant/fish sales person, you know, the sort of things one does as a writer.Currently, she’s the Programming Director for the Writers Cooperative of the Pacific Northwest.Linda now lives in the rainy wilds of Washington state with her husband, daughter, four cats, a cluster of Koi and an infinite number of slugs and snails.

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Banishing Act

Banishing Act

Linda Jordan

Metamorphosis Press

Copyright ©2020 by Linda Jordan

Published by Metamorphosis Press

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Banishing Act

About the Author

Banishing Act

Marcea led a double life. By evening an actress in local theater companies, by day, a working shaman and life coach. Her day job paid the rent between private clients and corporate consulting.

Taking a deep breath, she adjusted the large crossbody bag and stepped out the backstage door. Her left hand in a pocket gripping the pepper spray, right hand holding keys. Cell phone tucked into the inner left breast coat pocket. Ready to grab if she needed it. Her nightly ritual of acting fierce and prepared.

Marcea followed a few paces behind the group of the other actors crossing the street, the heavy boots she wore made her feel more powerful. They turned right, towards the Beacon Pub and Grill. She turned left towards the direction her Honda was parked.

She had a premonition there would be at least a ten o’clock appointment in the morning on her voicemail. That meant that if she headed straight home there was a possibility of getting something resembling good sleep. It was now after eleven at night and the streets were mostly empty.

She pulled the wool coat tight against her neck. The wind whipped her long dark hair around, lashing at the air. It smelled cold and salty, holding a threat of snow. September was unheard of for snow. It wasn’t even fall yet but the weather these days was crazy. She hoped the threat would vanish or at least hold off till Monday.

There were still two more nights left in this run of Medea. Two sold-out nights, Saturday and Sunday. She