has sacrificed much in the name of the Great Goddess: family, dreams and her eternal
love. Now, the Lady of the Lake asks for yet another sacrifice. Only, this time, it may prove to be too much for her scarred heart.
Rowen betray gentle, loving Caddaric, the soul mate who has been her haven for
many lifetimes past? Can she trust Eochaid, a rude warrior who symbolizes
everything she despises and hates? Will she fulfill her duties as High
Priestess or will she abandoned her faith in the name of love?
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"It is the morning after Samhain and I lay in my bed,
watching the beams in the ceiling of my room. The warmth of Caddaric’s body
still lingers in the covers and I snuggle down under the bedclothes and inhale
deeply to fill my lungs with his sweet scent. I try to gather as many memories of
his presence as possible. They’ll have to last for a whole year and I know they
The razor-sharp pain in my chest is too strong for me to bear
and I let the tears run down my face. I fought them for the last 24 hours
knowing they would win in the end. I can still hear Caddaric’s soft whispers
telling me this is the way things were meant to be; that we should honor the
Goddess willingly and freely; that it is our duty and that our reward will be
eternal bliss. I can’t control my sobbing now. Knowing something is true does
not make it any easier to bear.
Every year I go through this same exact routine. On the day
after Samhain, I manage to get up only in the afternoon. The villagers are
simple folk and believe I need time to recuperate from all the exhausting
activities of the previous day, like they do. Nobody knows the truth and they
This thought brings me back to the present and to my duties.
As High Priestess, I need to lead my people in all their spiritual needs and
many of their material ones. I struggle a bit more with my conscience before
getting up and going about my day.
No sooner do I step out of my cottage than I’m surrounded by
my neighbors. They are excited, talking at the same time, demanding my
attention and blessings.
“Good day, my lady. It is a beautiful one.”
“Praised be the Goddess, madam. Samhain was a beautiful
“We’re expecting a peaceful winter, this year.”
“Our harvest was the best
one in ages. The Goddess must be very happy with us, blessing us with such