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Curse of the Betrayed


J.K. Zirker

Copyright 2013 J.K. Zirker


The Seventh Son Series:

Curse of the Betrayed

Book One

J.K. Zirker

You smiled, you spoke, and I believed,

By every word and smile deceived.

Another man would hope no more;

Nor hope what I hoped before:

But let not this last wish be in vain;

Deceive, deceive me once again!

Walter Savage Landor


Ancient Greece, 650 B.C.

Uta Petrov was livid. She was bound with ropes around her wrists and ankles to twelve-foot bamboo poles to be burned for a sin she had never committed. Her friends had betrayed her. She had been loved by the villagers. She, of all the wives, was the most compassionate and caring. But she was different from the others in two ways. She couldn’t conceive a child, and she was a witch. Her mother had taught her the ways of the Wicca, but thus far Uta had only used her knowledge for good. That is, until tonight. Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned.

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