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Chapter 1, part 1, https://plus.google.com/+CrissyMoss/posts/6f7stgZAGFo
part 2 https://plus.google.com/+CrissyMoss/posts/PaaEMZz6GJB

And the final part of this chapter:

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The white robed acolyte came closer, kneeling beside Brother Hawk to look him in the eye.

"I've been told something of you, Brother Hawk. They say you've been bound by the blood of the kraken. That you're a man trapped in a birds form. I think we can be of service to one another. As you see, I have some standing among the brothers."

The acolyte withdrew a leather thong with a single green stone on it. 

"As you can see, I hold your bond. The high priest left you to my charge. He's lost all interest in your plight, but I still think you can be useful. However, I am not a cruel man. No creature deserves to be caged and tortured for years on end. Especially a creature with a gift of the kraken. Like you, Brother Hawk.”

The acolytes returned burdened with heavy buckets of hot water, towels, soap and smaller pails of fresh meats cut into small cubes. 

As the sun slowly traveled across the sky the white robed acolyte carefully fed Brother Hawk small gobbets of meat. In between handfuls the acolyte carefully washed and dried every inch of Brother Hawks body, clearing away years of grime and muck. Bright black feathers, glistening in the sunlight, became visible, all the while the curse working to restore vitality to his withered body. 

Brother Hawk stretched, his wings snapping and straining against long in use. Each joint cracked as he moved, his muscles burning as the curse brought them back to health.

The curse. Any other creature would have died, lost and forgotten in the pitch black of a dungeon. While Brother Hawk felt the gnawing hunger, and his body slowly shut itself down over time, the curse would not allow him the mercy of death. He kept lingering, the hunger gnawing at his bones, unable to move. Unable to seek freedom.

Once clean and fed the white robe sent the acolytes away again, then sat beside Brother Hawk. They contemplated each other, black orbs of the hawk reflecting back from the dark brown eyes of the acolyte.

“We are not so different, you and I,” the acolyte said.

Brother Hawk snorted, but did not move.

“It’s true,” he protested. “We are both bound to the acolytes, bound to serve the kraken. We are both forced to do the will of the high priest, whatever he may ask. It’s true that your curse leaves you no option, but my only option is death if I fail to serve.”

Brother Hawk tilted his head to the side, blinking at the acolyte, unable to disagree, but unable to comment with more than a squawk.

“You wonder why I bother with you?”

Brother Hawk nodded.

“I think we can help one another. I think that there is much we could learn from each other. High Priest Peren is old, his time grows short, and no one knows who will take his place just yet. But any change in the head leaves an opening for the body to shift, yes? There are things about the brotherhood that even the most diehard adherents cannot stomach, like torturing defenseless birds pleasure. Perhaps, together, we could change at least some of that.”

Brother Hawk blinked.

The white robed man chuckled. “It is difficult to have a conversation with a bird. Perhaps it is time for us to change that. Brother Hawk, it’s time that you were set free from your prison. Be a man.”

The change grabbed a hold of him before he had time to prepare, rippling through his body like fire ants on the hunt. Muscles spasmed, pulling tight as feathers faded away. Wings shrank into fingers and arms. Legs grew, thickening and lengthening. The beak shriveled back into his skull replaced by soft skin, pale white and threaded with bright lines where he'd been inflicted with cuts and welts by his captors. 

Laying on the ground, panting and shiver, the naked man that was once a hawk, gasped for breath. 

“Be careful now," the white robe said as he knelt beside Brother Hawk. "You’ve been locked in the hawks form for almost thirty years now. Take some time to find your legs again before straining yourself.”

“Thirty?” Brother Hawks voice sounded rusted and dry even to his own ears.

“Yes, thirty years. I only found out about you five years ago. It’s taken me this long to get enough seniority to take you into my care. As far as High Priest Peren is concerned you are my charge from now till the end of time.”

Brother Hawk looked up at him blinking with two brown eyes larger than any man had a right to have. Being cursed to be a hawk had marred his body in more ways than he knew over the centuries.

“Who…who are you?” the man, once hawk, gasped out.

The white robe smiled as he helped Brother Hawk to his feet, steadying him as he wobbled.

“My name is Alistir.”

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This is book two of the Witch's Trilogy. Book one is available at most retailers.  http://www.amazon.com/Witchs-Sacrifice-Trilogy-Book-ebook/dp/B00WUMGLRC

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I’m a bit of a geek. I know, you didn’t know that, but it’s true ;) So I thought why not chat about the geeky stuff on my vlog instead of just trying to talk about whatever comes to mind. I’m constantly reading about interesting geeky tech, games, movies,…
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Have you watched Dare Devil? Why not!?
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+Cathy Pelham I think a little TV is okay. But it sure is more productive without it. 
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The next part of chapter one from "Witch's Curse", continued from last weeks #saturdayscenes  
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Curiosity more than anything kept Brother Hawk from attacking. He wanted to know what this white robe would do.

“I was chosen to care for you,” the man said as he knelt beside Brother Hawk's beak. “I mean to do it.”

The man began ladling water from the bucket over Brother Hawks beak. Pure water. No taint, or piss, or foul dead thing to be found. Just water. His tongue lapped at the rivulets. He wanted to dive into the bucket. Suck it down.

“Not too quickly,” the man said. “I’m sure it’s been some times since you’ve had decent food and water, but take it slow. You’ll make yourself sick. The curse can only protect you so much.”

Brother Hawk squawked, his beak clacking together as the water was taken away, but it returned, slowly dribbling down his parched throat. He stilled, sucking down the life giving water. 

Something touched Brother Hawk’s head and he flinched before stealing his nerves. It was never good to flinch in front of the enemy. His moment of weakness could be his undoing. But the pressure returned, stroking his head, accompanied by soothing words and trills.

“You’ve been poorly treated, Brother Hawk,” the voice said. “I’m sorry. They have no excuse for the cruelties leveled on you. Now that I’ve been tasked with your care that will change.”

Boots tromped down the stairs, and the water was removed only to be replaced with rougher hands lifting Brother Hawk onto thick canvas. A stretcher. He was hoisted up and carried out of the jail cell under the watchful eye of the white robed acolyte. The men carrying him clearly still held a disdain for Brother Hawk that ran deeper then blood, but they had a fear of the white robed man that ran deeper. 

The stretcher bounced and jostled, carrying Brother Hawk up the long flight of stairs. The same stairs that once brought him to his prison, a journey he scarcely remembered after years of being locked in the dark. The ride through the darkness gave the curse time to work on his body, using the water he'd been given to hydrate dry muscles, and lubricate joints. His eyesight started to improve giving him a clearer view of his captors. Figures swam into focus, their angry faces studiously focused ahead while the white robe led the way.

Did the journey down the stairwell seem like such a long walk? He couldn’t remember. Time played tricks with his mind, faded some memories while making other things sharp. He could still recall the dull echoes of boot heels on stone steps, their faint shuffling pinging from every surface around them, just as they did now. Still smell the blood of his jailers, ripped apart by beak and talon as they tried to subdue him.

At the top of the stairwell the large wooden door lay open. The faint scent of fresh sea air made his nostrils flair. Dim sunlight cut like a knife through the doorway, dust falling through the still air in little white streams.

As they carried Brother Hawk out of the stairwell and into the upper chambers the air seemed to lighten around him. A weight being lifted. The air lost the staleness that he had come to find normal. The feted rotten odors that assaulted his senses however long he’d been down there were gone. 

The white robe did not stop in the antechambers as Brother Hawk thought he might. He kept going, into the courtyard where sunlight brightened the earth, and summer winds danced through tree limbs. Brother Hawk could see it through the windows. Smell the leaves, grass, and flowers. Taste the salt in the air. And while he wanted that, wanted the sun on his body and the warmth of the earth around him, wanted freedom, part of him balked. It was so open beyond the door. So vibrant. 

The acolytes carried Brother Hawk across the threshold into the courtyard. Sunlight assaulted his great orbs, the pain lancing through his skull. He screeched, and flailed on the tiny canvas stretcher, causing the men to drop him to the ground.

"You idiot!" the white robe called. "Be more careful with him. It's a bird not a demon."

"They're one in the same, ain't they?" one of the acolytes asked.

There was a thump and Brother Hawk blinked, adjusting to the light, only to see one of the acolytes sprawled on the floor, his hand pressed to a growing bruise on his face.

"Go get him some ice," he said to one of the men nearby, then turned to another acolyte, jabbing at him with a large meaty finger. "You start feeding him. Slowly."

"But sir," a plump acolyte cried, "the bird's dangerous."

"No more so then I am. Now see to your brother. Go, bring hot water."

They scrambled off in different directions, leaving the hurt acolyte to crawl to his feet and wander off on his own.


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+Tony Darling Maybe netflix should just make up their own female hero and do it. They did great with Dare Devil.
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I am an avid writer and reader. I enjoy everything from horror, steam punk, and fantasy, to hard science fiction, and non fiction books.

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Incredible service. They replaced a radiator hose for me, did an oil change, topped off all the fluids, vacuumed the floors and washed my widows. The manager, James, also showed me which hoses would need replacing soon, and how to tell if they were old or not. Great customer service, and the waiting room was clean, and had coffee, juice and water to drink. All in all a great experience. Will go here again.
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The staff isn't all that interested in customers. Have had better service and selection elsewhere. Only important thing seems to be the Emerald City Comic Con which this store is a big part of, otherwise not worth it.
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You have to pick and choose to get the really good items. A lot of things are priced a little high, but if you just want a new paperback, or a shelf for your room a great place. Just be careful you aren't paying retail for a used item.
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I had been sick for a week and finally decided to go to the doctor. This office is close to my house, and had walk in service so I went. Knowing that I had no insurance they helped keep my bill down as much as possible, but still gave me great care, and the meds I needed to get back to normal. They even have a 30% discount program for those paying up front.
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This is a little shop, but with a nice selection of current titles. Cheerful and helpful staff who seems to know about the comic book industry. He also mentioned "sidewalk sales" for back issues, and was quick to help me order any in stock comics that I wanted.
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This is one of the oldest walmarts i've been in, and the age shows. But they do have a lot of things, at okay prices. Just don't expect the best service. And WHY do all the cashiers wear rubber gloves? It makes me feel like they think i'll infect them.
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