Don't Doubt the Magic!: The Story of Bernice o'Hanlon: The Story of Bernice O'hanlon Part Two - Softcover

Devitt, Cathie

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ISBN 10: 1785356011 ISBN 13: 9781785356018

Verlag: John Hunt Publishing, 2017

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Bernice O'Hanlon is a contemporary witch with a troubled but determined soul, raised on a small Scottish island and now living in Glasgow. Follow Bernice as she tackles the issues which face her in her search for contentment. Can she finally use the tools she has always possessed and take the leap into her potential? Don't Doubt the Magic is the second book in Cathie Devitt's trilogy of novellas about the life of Bernice O'Hanlon. Book one was a FINALIST AT THE PEOPLE'S BOOK PRIZE 2014/15.

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Cathie Devitt is a writer of books, plays, poetry and articles, and a registered Laughter Yoga teacher. She lives in Erskine, Scotland.

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Cathie Devitt is an award winning Scottish author. She has published short stories and poetry, and written for theatre. Cathie play 'Mammy' premiered at Magner's International Comedy Festival in 2011 and, following five star success, toured the UK, attracting sell-out audiences at Edinburgh Festival and Henley Festival. Cathie studied creative writing with Open College of the Arts, Strathclyde University. For her, writing has always been an itch that she just has to scratch. Don't Doubt the Magic! is the second in the Bernice O'Hanlon trilogy. Cathie lives near Glasgow, Scotland.

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Don't Doubt the Magic!

The Story of Bernice O'Hanlon – Part Two

By Cathie Devitt

John Hunt Publishing Ltd.

Copyright © 2016 Cathie Devitt
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-78535-601-8

Contents

Preface, xiii, 
Acknowledgements, xv, 
Introduction, xvi, 
The Novel, 1, 
Definition of Tarot cards: The Fool and The Empress, 125, 
Glossary, 127, 

CHAPTER 1

Nick grabbed at his chest as he ran the last few yards towards the shore calling her name. 'Bernice! Be-r-nice!' His calls went unanswered.

'It's not a good time for skinny dipping in Scotland,' he mumbled as he glanced from left to right and left again before spotting her in the water. Scrunching the fabric of his shirt tighter he sprinted towards her.

Bernice turned at the sound of his voice. She rose with the sea at waist level and began walking towards him with slow, deliberate strides.

'Bernice!' Nick stumbled, falling to his knees with the effort of his mad dash. She flopped down beside him, her hair tumbling like seaweed across her face.

'Sleep jogging?' She laughed.

Nick pulled at his tie and spluttered. 'Looking,' he coughed, 'for you.'

She pressed a finger to his lips and pulled his head onto her lap. Pushing her hair behind her ears, she let the heavy mane drip down her back.

'For me, you came looking for me?'

Nick cleared his throat and nodded.

'How did you know I was here?'

'Bernice! I thought you were at the last stop before the terminus.'

'Eh, you've got it all wrong, Nick. I wanted away from the bedlam, that's all. I needed a bit of space.'

'Bedlam? They're all there for you. You asked them to be.'

'So? Now I want to be here.' Bernice pulled an atheme from her bag and began to draw a circle on the sand. 'Sit with me, Nick.'

Nick shuffled closer. He blew on his hands. 'You must be freezing.' He slipped off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders. Bernice continued to carve the circle.

'What's with the knife?'

'Atheme, Nick.' She paused. 'A-tha-may.'

'What are you like with your weird language?'

'It's Wiccan not weird.'

Nick watched closely as Bernice placed four candles on the sand. She trod softly around the circle, setting a candle at each of the four quarters. 'North, South, East, West.'

Nick admired the colours as she lit each one. 'Traffic Lights?' he asked.

'Green for earth, red for fire, yellow for air and blue for water,' Bernice explained.

'Bernice? Don't you think we should be getting back to your guests?'

'I have guests?' Her throaty laugh was almost melodic. 'I want to connect with the deities not the dafties. Will you join me?'

'No. I'll sit here and make sure you don't get arrested or measured for a nice white coat with lots of buckles.'

'It's your loss. You know, the universe has a pretty good sense of humour and we mortals are fallible. You need to open up to new ideas, embrace challenge.'

Nick lay back on the sand and stared at the dark sky, barely aware of Bernice as she moved within the circle, her voice soft and low. He closed his eyes and thought back over the previous few weeks. No wonder Bernice was losing control. Nick could see why she might want to end it all, but no, she leaves her own granny's wake to prance about the beach in a circle of candles.

Bernice poked him in the side with her toe. 'Come on Rumpelstiltskin, suppose we should head back. I'm done here for now.'

Nick helped Bernice pack away her tools. Her hand brushed his and he looked into her eyes a bit longer than he probably should have.

'I know it's been difficult and exhausting but those folk back at the farm are on your side.'

'You think?' Bernice asked.

He let his gaze drop, confused by the effect that Bernice was having on him. 'Okay. I've a bar to run. We need to make plans to get back to Glasgow. Life goes on.'

'Life goes on for some,' Bernice whispered. 'This island is where my life began.'

Nick sighed. 'Look, this has all been very stressful. I get that. But surely you feel better knowing that you still have family. Liam?'

'I don't believe that nonsense about Liam. He can't be my brother, and I can feel he's not my son.'

'It was 20 years ago, Bernice. You were young and afraid, your head wasn't in the right place. Dermott wouldn't lie. Why would he? If he says Liam is your brother, just accept that. Your son, Humiel, you need to let the past go. You lost him, Bernice. Hanging onto false hope is driving you crazy.'

'I'm not saying Dermott's lied knowingly, but Granddad worked him and Robbie like puppets. They're not the sharpest lemons in the gin. Think about it. If Liam is Granny's son, he's my uncle, not my brother. They say he's my brother?'

Nick scratched his head. 'Unless? Unless McShane and your granny had a relationship?'

'This isn't a Hollywood film script. This is my life. Someone is lying. It just doesn't add up. None of it does.'

Look, we really need to get back. That note you left at the farm tonight? A bit cryptic don't you think? Or was that your plan? Looking for attention? You made it pretty difficult for Maggie and Stacey. We thought you were off to top yourself.'

'Like mother like daughter?'

'Your mother's death was an accident.'

'Was it? You know, until tonight, I was terrified of the sea. Those waves can drag you down. All that space below. Ever heard of the term "Ordeal by water," Nick?'

'Something about witches being thrown into water to prove they were in cahoots with the devil?'

'That's about right. Suspected of being a witch you were thrown into deep water. If you drowned you were innocent, floating meant you were guilty, and sentenced to death, probably by fire. Bit of a raw deal, eh? '

'We're in a different century, Bernice. Things have moved on.'

'No they haven't. Society just made up new words for persecution: apartheid/homophobia/anti-semitism/sectarianism /racism, and don't start me on bullying. Do you realise how many folk suffer in silence because schoolmates, workmates, even family and friends tease them to the point that they just can't face another day?'

'Oh, Bernice, please, it's not the same.'

They walked back to the car park without speaking, a bedraggled couple with an invisible, widening gap between them.

Neither noticed the car that followed a few lengths behind as they pulled out of the parking bay.

CHAPTER 2

Back at the farmhouse, the wake was well and truly over. Granny had been mourned and praised and most of the buffet was gone. Maggie was busy clearing away the debris. Stacey and Liam lay snuggled under a duvet on the sofa.

'Honey, I'm Home!' Bernice called out as she came through the front door. 'Just off for a quick shower.' She took the stairs two at a time, leaving Nick to find Maggie in the kitchen.

'Is that it? She's just going upstairs? She gives no explanation, nothing?' Maggie wiped down a worktop.

'Have you been crying, Maggie?' He touched her shoulder and she pulled away.

Stacey hobbled into the kitchen still draped in the duvet. She rubbed her eyes. 'Is Bernice okay?' she asked Nick.

'Of course she is.' Maggie poured dregs down the sink. 'Bernice is always okay. Goes off like a firecracker and leaves us to clear up the mess.'

'I said Liam and I would help in the morning, Mum.' Stacey pulled the duvet tighter.

Maggie banged a tumbler down so hard that it splintered. She gasped.

'You've cut yourself.' Nick grabbed Maggie's hand and pushed it...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: John Hunt Publishing
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2017
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 1785356011
• ISBN 13: 9781785356018
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 160
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