MIDNIGHT OIL, Book 2 of the Witches of Galdorheim Series
Shipwrecked on a legendary island, how can a witch rescue her boyfriend if she can’t even phone home?
by Marva Dasef http://marvadasef.com
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Kat discovers that an evil forest spirit has kidnapped her brand-new boyfriend. She sets out with her brother, Rune, from her Arctic island home on a mission to rescue the boy. Things go wrong from the start. Kat is thrown overboard during a violent storm, while her brother and his girlfriend are captured by a mutant island tribe. The mutants hold the girlfriend hostage, demanding that the teens recover the only thing that can make the mutants human again–the magical Midnight Oil.
Mustering every bit of her Wiccan magic, Kat rises to the challenge. She invokes her magical skills, learns to fly an ultralight, meets a legendary sea serpent, rescues her boyfriend, and helps a friendly air spirit win the battle against her spiteful sibling. On top of it all, she’s able to recover the Midnight Oil and help the hapless mutants in the nick of time.
Marva Dasef is a writer living in the Pacific Northwest with her husband and a fat white cat. Retired from thirty-five years in the software industry, she has now turned her energies to writing fiction and finds it a much more satisfying occupation. Marva has published more than forty stories in a number of on-line and print magazines, with several included in Best of anthologies. She has several already published books and the Witches of Galdorheim Series from her super duper publisher, MuseItUp.
Chchchchch skreak! That be hello in human people talk. My name be Salmon Hunter because I so good hunting the fish. My friend Kat Witch calls me Salmon.
In our first story, when I meet her for first time, I save her from a white tooth she calls polar bear. The different thing this time, I save Kat Witch from sinking too deep in the ocean. I think she should learn swim better, but I not blame her since she has no fins or flukes.
But before saving time, I meet Kat Witch's pod. I remember Rune from last time, but get to meet Kat Witch's father's father. It's sad her father no longer lived, but I tell Kat Witch he be going to the warm oceans full of fish. That make her happy I think.
Someday I visit Kat Witch home. It island named Skeckkeeech. It mean witches’ home. It way north and hard to find, but Salmon can find anything! Salmon is a hunter, after all. Here be part of the story showing me meeting Kat Witch's pod.
She heard a voice and looked around for the source. Rune and Nadia had their heads together, and Ivansi was facing forward, intent on the helm. The voice came again, and she sensed it was inside her mind. She stood and scanned the choppy surface of the sea. A few hundred yards to port, a killer whale breached the surface, rose impossibly high and flipped downward, smacking its flukes on the surface.
“Skr pop skreee,” the whale whistled.
“Salmon!” Kat exclaimed, pointing toward the whale.
Nadia looked where Kat pointed then turned back with a puzzled expression. “Not salmon, Kat,” she shouted over the engine’s roar. “Orca.”
“No, his name is Salmon, and he’s an old friend of mine,” Kat said with a laugh. She stood, reached into the wheelhouse and tugged Ivansi’s sleeve to get his attention. “Stop the boat, Grandfather!”
Ivansi slowed the engine to an idle, looking around curiously. Rune said something to Nadia, probably repeating Kat’s statement. Still, the Sami girl looked worried.
Turning to the starboard side, she saw the hunters approaching fast, their paddles flashing in the sun as the kayak sped across the waves. They circled the motorboat and headed directly toward Salmon, who was breaching and slapping his tail.
“Skeee ckckck pop pop skrr.” Kat heard his greeting in her mind. “Kat Witch has come to visit Salmon!”
“Yes, Salmon, but look out for the kayak. Don’t hurt them.”
The killer whale popped his massive head above the surface. Kat knew his flukes were stroking hard beneath the surface to keep him upright. Spyhopping, as sailors called this maneuver, allows the whale to see what’s happening at a distance on the surface. Salmon slowly turned in a circle, his great black head dipping up and down. He spotted the kayak coming at him with only two of the hunters paddling, and he emitted a piercing whistle. The third hunter, the one in front, stood braced in the prow of the boat holding a harpoon at the ready.
“No!” Kat screamed at the hunters. “Don’t hurt him!”
Rune jumped up as the harpooner drew his arm back, ready to throw the barbed missile. The young warlock raised both hands toward the harpooner and bowed his head. Kat saw his eyes close, and his lips began to move, readying his own barb—a magical spell.
“Just the harpoon,” Kat shouted. “Just the harpoon!”
Throwing a quick glance at his sister, Rune scowled. “Right, right,” he said and then launched his spell. The harpoon flew out of the hunter’s hands and splashed harmlessly in the water, surprising him so much he fell backward onto the man behind him.
Ivansi followed the commotion. He revved the engine again and changed course to intercept the kayak, which was standing still in the water.
Kat squeezed into the cramped wheelhouse. “Grandfather, um, the Orca is my friend.” Ivansi nodded and slowed the motorboat to come up on the kayak without swamping the smaller craft.
The paddlers in the kayak were yelling at the harpooner, who looked bewildered. When the motorboat was close enough, Ivansi came out of the cabin and shouted to the hunters. Kat hoped he was telling them to leave Salmon alone. The hunters sat, looking around in confusion.
Kat sent a message to Salmon, but this time tested her ability to transmit without speaking aloud. Her voice wouldn’t carry far enough. “It’s okay. You can come back now.”
A whalish chuckle sounded behind her. Kat turned to see Salmon floating on the surface, his flopped-over dorsal fin identifying her orca friend.
“Ka ka ka ka.” Salmon laughed. “They would have missed me. I’m too fast for them.”
Thanks for joining us today, Salmon. It's been a treat to have such an unusual character join my blog.