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Belladonna

Belladonna

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Autoren: Anne Bishop
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"The garden doesn't actually exist on this hill. It's here because you need it to be. But it is grounded somewhere else — and it is loved there, Caitlin."
    "Then ... it's not mine?" It hurt to consider it. The garden had been her friend most of her life.
    "Of course it's yours. It wouldn't be here if it didn't resonate with you."
    "Then what are you saying?"
    Something in the air between them. Something in Glorianna's eyes. Compassion? Knowledge? Caitlin couldn't put a name to it, but she understood with unshakable certainty that whatever happened in the next minute would change her life — and would change the world.
    "I think you should find out where this garden is rooted. Where you're rooted. It isn't here, Caitlin Marie. I'm not even sure this is one of your landscapes. This village and the surrounding land should be one of the pieces of the world that is in your keeping, but something isn't right here. And I don't think this is really home."
    "No," Caitlin whispered. "It's not. We never quite fit in Raven's Hill." A different place where the other girls wouldn't see her as a sorceress and the boys wouldn't think of her as the new village whore? "How do I find this place?"
    "Let's take a look inside the garden."
    Michael was the only person who had seen her garden — and Michael hadn't understood. This was different, exciting, strange, terrifying.
    "At this time of year, it's not at its best," Caitlin said, twisting her fingers as Glorianna studied each bed.
    "No, it's not," Glorianna said absently. "You'll have to work on that. You want balance reflected through the seasons, just as you want a balance between the currents of Light and Dark. This." She stopped in front of a stone. "This came from the White Isle."
    Caitlin gaped for a moment. "How can you tell?"
    "I can feel the island's resonance in the stone." Glorianna studied the stone a moment longer, then looked at Caitlin. "Why did you put it here in the garden?"
    Flustered, Caitlin felt her face burn. "My aunt Brighid used to tell me about the White Isle and about Lighthaven, which is the heart of the island. For a while she thought I might be accepted into training there, but..."
    "You don't belong to Lighthaven," Glorianna said with such careless certainty it took a long moment before Caitlin felt the pain of that statement. Then Glorianna looked at her and she had the same lightheaded feeling that the world was changing right under her feet. "Lighthaven may hold the Light, and it may provide you with a place to rest and renew the spirit, but I think you'll find the heart of the White Isle in a different place."
    My place. The yearning that swept through her was so fierce, she felt as if she could ride that sensation to another place.
    Another life.
    "No no no," Glorianna snapped, grabbing her and giving her a hard shake. "You haven't been trained yet to take the step between here and there. And since none of us knows where this garden actually stands, we'd have no way to find you."
    Grounded. Jammed back into her skin. Shoved back into this village that deadened her heart.
    "You should have let me go," Caitlin whispered.
    "Not yet," Glorianna whispered back. Then she stepped away and said briskly, "Let's take a look at the rest."
    "Not much left of if, is there?" Lee said, shielding his eyes as he studied the remains of the cottage.
    "No, not much left," Michael said. The winter clothes he'd be needing soon. The books he'd carefully selected and scrimped to buy so that he could share them with Aunt Brighid and Caitlin. The little treasures he'd accumulated over the years and couldn't carry with him. All gone. His life, his boyhood, all burned away.
    Nothing left of me here, he thought. Nothing left for me. Except, hopefully, my father's legacy.
    Stepping around broken, burned timbers, Michael looked up at the one corner that still appeared to be fairly intact. But even if they hadn't been touched by the fire itself, would the books have survived?
    Only one way to find out.
    "If we can steady a ladder up to that spot, I think I can get what I'm looking for," Michael said.
    "We can set a ladder up there right enough," Nathan said, "but it won't take much to have the rest of this place coming down on us."
    "It will hold long enough," Michael said softly, pouring every drop of his luck-bringing into those words. A dark tune playing here. The same tune he'd heard during the years he'd lived in the cottage, with only a sprinkle of bright notes coming

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