More from Hedge House, a paranormal/urban fantasy, almost finished first draft.
“Jacob?” she asked as she opened the kitchen door. “Where is my father buried? I – I’d like to visit his grave.”
“You already have.”
She put the box down on the counter and turned to look at him.
“He was cremated. His ashes – or at least most of ‘em – are buried at the foot of that oak tree you were climbing.”
“Where are the rest of them?”
“In a vial your grandmother wore. I have it over at my place for you when you’re ready for it.”
Somehow that simple kindness touched her far more deeply than any expression of sympathy could have. “Thank you.” She barely got the words out through the lump in her throat.
“Go get changed,” he said gently. “I’ll handle the casserole brigade if they get here before you come back down.”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand
5 responses to “Sunday Snippet, October 28, 2018”
I sense the buds of friendship starting to open.
What a quietly competent man!
lovely scene. and i like the expression “casserole brigade” – says it all ;-)
I’m loving this story more and more with each snippet.
Oh the blurb sounds very intriguing, P.T. :)