Thanks for following The Wand that Rocks the Cradle! Today’s excerpt is from a story by Misha Burnett, in which a family clinging to its old ways and old magic confronts a prodigal son who wants to live his own life. Enjoy!
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At the old fuel station off the highway Jenni went in to get some snacks for the road.
Marc stayed with the truck and had the attendant fill the two jerry cans he kept in the back as well as the truck’s tank.
“Headed up country?” the attendant asked, using an expression Marc hadn’t heard in years.
Marc nodded. “I’ve got folk in Carne Shant.”
“Not as bad as it used to be,” the attendant observed. “There’s stations up in the delves now.”
“I’d rather be prepared,” Marc said. “Better to spend wisdom than earn it.”
The attendant grinned at that. “Old church?” he asked.
Marc shook…
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