I got bored so I mocked up a cover for my book!

Sam's first Journal Entry

07.21…1635

I don’t know why I am here, but I am sure it is for a purpose. I can learn as much as I can and get back to my home to save all of my friends. They are the thing that keeps me going, keeps me wanting to fight. Today is one of my best friend’s birthday, well sort of. I’m hoping to get home to wish him Happy Birthday, but until that moment I will record my experience here, learning what I can to teach others, so that no one will fall. One has already fallen to fight the evil, evil in search of a book, so it is by this book that I will record the knowledge that will help future Blood Clans. Wow, I’m starting to speak like those around me…scary.

The first thing I have learned is that Magic is feared, one way or another. This will be a fight for all of us at one point or another. Yet, it is a gift from something far more powerful then evil. I don’t know that yet either, it is one of the hundreds of questions that spin through my head constantly.

Let’s start with what I do know, I know that I am a Storm Bearer, and that I am apparently somewhat special, by that trait. I don’t want to the title, but I have the powers and in that I have the responsibility to use them for good. It is in my power to control lightning that I am special, and I will use every ounce that I can to free my friends.

Let my learning begin, high noon is waiting, as does my new teacher.

SM

Blood Clans

Symbols, Spells, Chants, Runes, and Wands don't have a place in the real world. Those are part of a world where Magic is fought for, discovered, and conquered. Thats not what Power is about. Blood Clans are about histories and lineages and the Gifts of the Blood. That is where it starts, and inevitably ends.

Many faiths and religions center around the power of blood. Wiccans and Pagans both believe in the power that blood has in relation to the gods. Christians believe in the sanctity of blood, the healing power that it has, especially when paying a debt. The world highlighted in "Summer Magic" is no different. The creator, an 'all being', loves us and gives us each gifts. Some of us posses gifts of writing, singing, preaching, or educating. Things that help in loving, listening, healing, and helping. However, to others, he gave gifts of power.

Their power lies in their blood, when the accept it, and live it, their power becomes great and tangible. When they deny it however, suppress it, it turns in on them and becomes destructive. With our advances in technology, these destructive parts look a lot like diseases and are treated like them, which causes a very wary medium.

However when they do accept it, their powers are expansive, and yet limited. Blood Clans, a term that describes the family of blood that people belong to. Shape Shifters, Energizers, Mind Speakers, and many other Blood Clans exist, and tend to be passed down by generation. Despite that typical design there are still the occasional abnormalities. Silver Tongues and Storm Bearer's for instance are not passed down, and seem to be spontaneously assigned blood magics.

Don't deny the gifts given to you, use them, learn them, and become one with them, because they are given to you out of love. The Creator does not assign disease, only gifts that will help you make the best of any situation in your life.

Obsidian Way

Obsidian way ~ A shop in the shadow of Castle Killowee. It was started in England in 1585 by one John Dee. Dee was by all accounts a noted Silver Tongue, and for that he was not well liked. Obsidian way has many stations through out the known world, and they act as travel stations to any who wish to partake.

Way Openers operate these stations, for it is in their powers to create portals out of reflective objects. Obsidian Way makes use of Obsidian Mirrors, the sleek black reflection ensures a speedy and less painful passage. A Brightly Reflective mirror would cause pain for the traveler, as he would be blinded by the light of being in the mirror.

Each station has a smaller looking glass of this Obsidian to communicate amongst each other as well, so that they are not caught off guard when another station sends someone along to their station. Since its first safe passage, Obsidian Way has become one of the most profitable amenities to every town from the old world to the new.

Excerpt from Summer Magic (MY BOOK)

“You three. Halt.” A woman shouted behind them.

“Halt? Who says halt?” Zach said as they turned around. Six people led by a fierce looking woman in a simple white dress. She wore a green sash around her waist and had he hair pulled back into a tight braid. This woman looked scary enough, but to add to the formidability, there were four men flanking her. Two of them instantly transformed into animals one a black wolf, and the other, a panther. Both seemed to curl toward the woman, and let out low growls toward Sam and the other two. Sam reflexively tensed and could backward, but he didn’t budge, this wasn’t his first attack.

The woman smiled, strangely even scarier then a harsh look, her eyes flashed dangerously. Sam watched as her pupils dilated and let a green light flood her eyes. She started to move her mouth rapidly, muttering in a very low whisper. Sam stood bewildered, but jumped as thin roots sprouted at his feet, and begin to curl themselves around their legs. Sam stepped backward and fell, but continued to rip his legs away. Zach twisted and fought, freeing himself and backing away. However, Monica just stood, calmly staring down at the plants that were rapidly crawling up her legs. She was slowly being cocooned by the greenery, and Sam and Zach stood almost smiling.

The woman confusedly stopped muttering. Looking at the three of them, she smiled and twisted her head.

“See now, your friend is paralyzed with fear, surrender yourselves or I will order my precious plants to rip her to shreds.” Her lips quivered, and twisted viciously, forming words that none of them could hear. The plants sprouted thorns that were inching their way toward her body. Monica tossed her backpack to Zach and fixed her gaze upon the woman.

“Bite me.” Monica said shortly. With the sudden ferocity of a jet engine she became a blazing pillar of fire. The plants blackened instantly and fell dead to the ground, and the woman was grabbing her skin as if she were burning herself. As she dropped to her knees she flung her hand at them. The four men, human and creature, leapt toward them but were thrown backward as a blue dome materialized around the group.

The Raw and Pure

I am Reading a book right now called Primal: The Search for the Lost soul of Christianity. It is quiet intriguing, and as I am not done I can't say whether it is worth reading or not. However I would go as far to say that you should look into it.



The main point that he is trying to make, is that all of the superficialities that we enjoy as Christians, despite the face that they are not unbiblical, are covering up the raw and primal points of Christianity. They may not be unbiblical, but abiblical may be more appropriate.



I don't want to go into the major points that he does, for I want you to read it yourselves. However, he says one thing, that had me so captured, that I had to stop reading just to pray and think about it. "Does your heart break for the things that breaks God's heart?" These simple words threw me for a loop so much that I was ready to go out and try to make a change. I realize now that I need to find the passion that God inspired in me, and use that to change the face of Christianity.



All and all, a wonderful book to add to your library.