The Secret Circle
Cassie Blake labeled herself as a shy daydreamer, possessing nothing to brag but her ordinary self. But all that changed as she learned that she is a part of a coven of witches in NEW SALEM and they need her to bInd their circle.
Adam Conant, whose eyes were blue-gray, like the mysterious sea. His odd face, not conventionally handsome but arresting and intriguing with high cheekbones and determined mouth. Proud and independent and humorous and sensitive all at once. (excerpt from the initiation)
When Cassie saw him for the second time, she saw a silver cord that linked their bodies. He gave her a chalcedony rose. Adam saw the cord too but neither knew that it didn’t just linked their bodies but their souls too. Isn’t that quixotic ? Knowing that you both had connections on the surface but underneath destiny has already bounded you in that lifetime .
A drop of water as light as air. Nature kept pushing them, their powers magnetizing them. But they took an oath.
"Fire, Air, Earth, Water listen and witness." "I, , swear not
to betray my trust-not to betray Diana,""Not by word, or look, or deed, waking or sleeping, by speech or by silence in this land or any other. If I do, may fire burn me, air smother me, earth
swallow me, and water cover my grave." ( excerpt INItiation).
Nick Armstrong, the cold, handsome face of the dark-haired guy. His eyes, they were dark brown, the color of a mahogany furniture. They weren't unfriendly, exactly. Just-unimpassioned. As if nothing much touched this guy. He’ s special, moody most of the time but speciaL.
Faye Chamberlain.A big, beautiful girl, both tall and voluptuous. She had a mane of pitch-black hair and her pale skin was touched with the glow of confidence and power. Her poem indicated that she is not a person to mess up with.
“I dream about fire-
Tongues of flame licking me.
My hair burns like a torch;
My body burns for you.
Touch my skin and your fingers will stick-
You'll blacken like a cinder.
But you'll die smiling;
Then you'll be part of the fire too.
DIANA

MELISSA
After I read the secret circle, I knew I wanted to meet L.J Smith. To see with my very own light brown eyes that magnifies each time I focus, the woman who lives a mystifying life. How she is surrounded by magic and how she puts soul in every drop of ink in her writings. How she tells an enchanting tale that doesn’t require you to fully leave reality. I wanna join their coven, be the 13th witch and the 8th sister altogether. Find my stone and occupy any house in Crowhaven Road.
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SECRET CIRCLE EXCERPTS: SECRET CIRCLE BY LJ SMITH
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