#Isis in chapter 7

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

On the same day that an ISIS-inspired terrorist killed 15 civilians in a deadly car attack in New Orleans, hundreds of pro-Palestinian protestors marched in Times Square chanting, “There is only one solution: intifada revolution.” After a year of such scenes and with domestic terror attacks escalating, the threat from those calling to “globalize the intifada” has never been more acute. So, what exactly is meant by an “intifada,” and how do we defeat it?  Intifada – or “uprising” – refers to two periods of sustained violent Palestinian revolt against Israel. The first intifada (1987-93) ended with the onset of the Oslo peace process, as Israelis believed Palestinian violence stemmed from their desire for independence.  The second intifada (2000-05) began with the failure of Oslo as Israelis learned that rather than seek their own state, the Palestinians sought to destroy the Jewish state. And they would seek to achieve this through any means necessary, including targeting civilians.  Prior to Oct. 7, the second intifada was the most traumatic period in Israeli history. In its first full year, Palestinian suicide bombers targeted buses, pizza shops, nightclubs, and other “soft” targets, killing over 100 civilians, including Americans.  In a country where it is commonplace for children to take public transportation to school, parents could no longer trust their kids would return home alive.  By the time it ended, over 1,000 Israelis and 2,700 Palestinians were dead, with thousands more injured.  This is what those calling to “globalize the intifada” mean to import to American streets. Their goal is not to affect U.S. policy towards Israel or the Middle East but to destroy the United States through a political revolution that features a Palestinian-inspired strategy of indiscriminate attacks against civilians.  Since Hamas’ massacre on Oct. 7, those agitating for an intifada have used the deadliest day for the Jewish people since the Holocaust as a pretext to engage in further violence against Jews, including blocking Jewish congregants from entering synagogues while shouting “Long live intifada,” stabbing a Jewish man while shouting “free Palestine,” fatally hitting a Jewish counter-protestor in an altercation, and many other incidents.  In a disturbing development this past November, police and the FBI raided the home of two Palestinian-American sisters at George Mason University (GMU) in Virginia and found rifles, ammunition, and an explosive device, along with signs that read “Death to the Jews” and “Death to America” and the flags of Hamas and Hezbollah, both U.S.-designated terror organizations. The sisters, leaders in their campus’s Students for Justice in Palestine chapter, previously participated in an act of vandalism when they defaced the student center with the threats of a “student intifada.”  In December, the FBI arrested an Egyptian national and GMU student for plotting an attack on the Israeli consulate in New York City because the “building represented the ‘Yahud,’” Arabic for “Jew.” 

Full article here since tumblr won't let me embed the link.

[bevsi]

Did I miss Ro's full name, or has it never been released? We know Isi's is Isidora, and Ro's grandmother called her Rosie - is her name Rose/Rosanna or something similar, and she hates it because she's a tomboy? Second question, if I may, is the next chapter going to be 18+? If it is, when is it coming out and how much is it going to cost? Love the comic, and you don't have to answer anything if you don't want to 🫶

rosemary! but yeah she’d get annoyed if anyone called her that (I’m not even a little masc and I get cringed out when ppl call me beverly lol)

and yes next chapter will be 18+, same price as last time ($7) - I’m guessing late September, I’ll give a solid date when it’s closer to done

thank you!! 💞

[books-and-strawberry-tea]

An Education in Malice: Review

★★⋆☆☆☆ 2.5/5

This book was like a road with speedbumps. It stayed steady for a while, then an event would happen, and finally! The story was taking off!…only to find that no…it was back to the steady road. I just finished this book, 20 minutes ago as of writing this. And I feel like I'm left wanting more, and not in a good way. I felt like this book missed the mark in so many ways. Spoilers and explanation under the cut off:

Warning: this book is 18+, has graphic sex scenes and horror/gore.

The book follows Laura and Carmilla in a dual POV. They both have travelled to attend Saint Perpetua's Academy to study poetry under Ms (Evelyn) De Lafontaine, a professor well known for her skills in poetry. The book goes on to explore the rather fround upon relationship between Carmilla and Ms De Lafontaine. De Lafontain takes Carmilla under her wing after Carmilla tracks her down and demands to be her pupil, and not daring to take no for an answer. By the time Laura comes along, Carmilla is in her senior year and has a well established and secretive relationship with De Lafontaine. Laura stumbles upon this one day after spying on Carmilla and De Lafontaine after being reprimanded for being late to class. THrough a crack in the door, she watches as De Lafontaine and Carmilla argue, before gently De Lafontaine hold Carmilla and drinks from her neck. Yup, De Lafontaine is a Vampire. With time, Laura comes to accept that Vampires are real, Carmilla and Laura have a blossoming romance, and De Lafontaine's jealousy grows to new hights.

A trio of possessive woman, a Vampire with dark secrets, and a sapphic romance. What could possibly go wrong?

Unfortunatly, the way the big events in the book just miss the mark. They arn't as impactful as they should be. Chapter 15 got really exciting. From Chapter 15 to Chapter 17, is where the first major events take place. De Lafontaine takes the girls into the bowls of the school, underground and into a crypt. Turns out, De Lafontaine has been searching for her lover and sire for 40 plus years, and she has finally found her. She is sleeping in a tomb, and to wake her, Isis must drink of human blood. De Lafontaine asked of Carmilla to help her revive Isis. And because of Carmilla's devotion and admiration, she obeys. Letting De Lafontaine slice her palm and poor her blood into Isis' mouth. The whole situation goes south when Isis awakes and attacks Carmilla. Ripping out her jugular and leaving her to bleed out on the floor. De Lafontaine is frantic and in a moment of desparation, feeds Carmilla her blood…starting her transition to the dark life of a vampire. She awakes and as most vampires when they turn, she ravenous. With much reluctance, Laura is convinced to let Carmilla feed from her. And this is where I have the first problem with this book. Before hand, although Carmilla and Laura have a budding romance, they are still rivals. Fighting for their teachers affection. Being snippy and rude to eachother. Well…mainly it's Carmilla to be honest. Nevertheless, they still are not what you'd call sweethearts. But once Carmilla turns, she is suddenly sweet on Laura, being possesive, and wanting to be next to her 24/7. And yes I understand it's probably because Laura is now her source of food. But this is not explained, it's not acknowledged. It just sort of…is. It feels rather jarring to be the reader.

Further in the book, now that Isis is awake, students in the school are winding up dead. The bodies brutalised and left around to be found. This of course puts the school into a frenzy. Laura and Carmilla are obviously concerned and start to piece together why. Isis is around and shes hungry. De Lafontaine tries to ease the girls minds by telling them she'll fix the situation. Except who knows what she does. If De Lafontaine does anything at all, you wouldnt know it. As this part of the story is not only kept from the characters, but also from the reader. You have no clue what is happening behind the scenes. This does not fill the story with mystery, it just leaves you without a reason to care about later events in the book. There is nothing written to get the reader emotinally invested in the story of De Lafontaine and her lover. So when suddenly, De Lafontaine tricks and kills Isis in the last few chapters, you don't 100% care about the sacrifice and loss De Lafontaine is going through. Yes, you find out Isis want to have Carmilla, and De Lafontaine is protecting her. But at this point in the book, it's already at the end of the story. The reader does not have a chance to connect with De Lafontaine on an emotional level. To the reader, she still remains a strict and standoffish professor that has an obsession with Carmilla. You don't see Isis with De Lafontaine in a way that makes you see the struggle that De Lafontaine is experiencing. You don't see her heart breaking for the lost love that she had with Isis. It's all hidden away. How is the reader meant to care about Isis dying, and De LaFontaine's sacrifice?

After Carmilla turns and Laura is established as her lover, there is a rather graphic sex scene. That normally I wouldn't care about. But honestly I don't even feel like the sex scene deserves an explanation. It's just straight up bad. Not because I don't like sex scenes. But because of how forced it felt. Carmilla, previously stating that she wants to have a proper chance at being with Laura, just ups herself over to a vampire at a party and starts low key having a 3some with a male vampire and another human woman. Laura, of course, is not happy about the situation. And marches over there, but is suddenly okay with it if she is telling Carmilla to kiss this guy? She's suddenly okay with public sex even though earlier in the book it explains shes a virgin and has kept her secret passions (old lesbian porn) away from most people? She suddenly okay with her lover proceeding like this as long as she's telling her what to do? Before too long the male vamp and the woman leave to another room, leaving Carmilla and Laura to have sex…IN FRONT OF DE LAFONTAINE! You know, the Vampire that is not only their teacher, but the one who is also extremely possessive over Carmilla? And she just walks off the play cards? Rarely ever mentioning that she didn't like what she saw? The whole scene just felt off, forced, and out of character.

I feel dissatisfied with this book. I was intrigued and unfortunately became victim of poor story telling. I was also disappointed by Carmilla's Bi representation. I don't normally care about representation personally. When I read a book, I want to read about other people rather then seeing myself in something. But as someone who is bisexual, Carmilla's sex scene really annoyed me. Saying she wants to be with Laura, and then jumping off to the male vampire without even a second thought? It just felt very typical of the whole 'bisexuals aren't faithful to their partners' garbage. It was just another example that left me feeling uncomfortable.

It's unfortunate, becasue some of the quotes I really liked. Here is some of the quotes:

'Nature, with all her airs and graces, attends on her favourites, painting cheeks with a rosy bloom, filling lungs with the sweet breath of life. Youth, in all her splendour, gleams on the skin of girls who process, heedless of death, towards beauty's consummation.' Poem Carmilla Recited

Love turns some people into birds or beggers, but you make me into an architecture. Into a sancturary of soft holy spaces shaped to catch the sound of your voice. These eyes: rose windows bathing you in light. These arms: alcoves open in shadow embrace. This heart: a confessinal dark enough for your sins. This mouth: a bell driving away demons and calling you home. Poem Laura Recited

'Love and pain grew in a thorny grove inside me, impossible to disentangle from one another.'

'But this girl, this Carmilla...she undid all my domestication. One smile from her and I wanted to loose my hair and chase her barefoot through the woods, I wanted to knock her to the ground and pin her like a butterfly, I wanted to dig my teeth into her plush lower lip, I wanted, I wanted.'

"Please, will you slow down?" I asked. "I'm not trying to make fun of you. I'm just..." Dangerously preoccupied with you. Bereft of any sense of pride that might keep me away from you. "Concerned."

"We were happy for a time. But love rots and spoils, it disintegrates with time like a rose in a vase, and soon there was nothing between us but animosity and arguments and the resentfulness of having to rely on each other."

"Well, what a miserable little band we all are. Bound by blood and secrecy, with no recourse to anyone but each other. It would almost be romantic, under more advantageous circumstances."

A sensible girl would leave. A good girl most certainly would. But I was tired of being sensible, and I was tired of being good. I couldn't walk away from what I was being offered: the chance to live an exceptional life.

She kissed me with a martyr's agonized desperation, like I was the only sword she ever wanted to fall on. I kissed her right back like the cutting edge of a blade, trying to inflict as much damage as possible. I wanted her to be able to think of nothing but this kiss when she was alone in her bed at night. I wanted her to feel just how much I reviled and desired her, to what maddening brink she drove me. I wanted her to want me so badly it hurt.

"You'll understand, in time. The way we suffer. The way the undying life tears everything good and beautiful from us, Sequestering us to a solitary existence of a thousand sleepless nights."

I felt certain that I could perish like this, suffocated by her thighs, and die perfectly happy.

[just-1-scorpio]

Reading To Sway a Trickster: A Sacrificial Bride Romance by Jes Drew. Chapter 6-10

The only good thing so far is that Dionysus doas not apear so his mischaracterisation can't contenue.

Chapter 6.

So this is from Hebe's pow.

We learn that this weeding tradition was made up by her so that she doasn't have to speand time with Prometheus. She is prepering the water to take a bath, when Atum stumbls in the house, looking visably weak. Then sudenly he colapses.

Ancient? SERIUSLY? WHY CAN'T THE WRITER JUST REFER TO THEM AS GODS?!

And I'm the only one who finds this whole thing confusing. So there are the primordals, who are also entities, but there is also the Creator, the ancients, and the asendent. I'm sorry but how is this work?

So anyway. Prometheus grabs Atum and brings it with him to the room where he sleeps.

Chapter 7.

It contenues from Hebe's pov.

The next morning she wakes up, and is greated by Promegtheus and Atum. Turns out that because of how weak Atum is, it's possible that he might die. This is that one time when I have to say this. Prometheus worring that Atum might die is vallid. In Egyptian mythology Gods can die.

So we learn about the Creator finally. But Atum has rulers in his blood line. He is the father of Shu and Tefnut, who were the parents of Nut and Geb, who had Osiris, Isis, Set, and Nephtys. This already means two rulers, because Osiris ruled after Ra, then Set ruled after he userped the throne. And Osiris and Isis then had Horus who become the next ruler, after he defeated Set. So no.

Then they leave to get that text from the Sia.

They get a cheriot. Hebe hugs her cousine one last time, who asks her how she is.

So as she, Prometheus and Atum leave, the people keep chanting this.

Chapter 8.

Features Prometheus's pov.

So they leave the village, and stop at some point, so Atum can change into regular chloths.

Nothing much happands. Prometheus and Hebe are arguing until Atum arrives back, and they contenue on they jurney.

Chapter 9.

It contenues from Hebe's pov.

They stop to rest. The wind goas up, and a storm started. Prometheus figures that this is probably Zeus trying to hunt them down, so he quickly pushes Hebe and Atum into a rever for cover, then he jumps in to it too.

And that's it. Nothing really happands here.

Chapter 10.

It changes to Prometheus's pov.

The storm stops, and Hebe is freezing. Prometheus and Hebe get into a type of argument, then Prometheus makes a bet with Hebe, about her getting out on her own from the river. Then Prometheus get's out. And for a brief second he thinks about leave Hebe and Atum behind.

Please don't be the Nemean lion.

So this was a lot shorter then the others. Maybe because some of these could have been in the same chapter.

[godslavecomic]

Hello! I adore the design you have given to each god that has appeared in history! Each one has its own uniqueness! And I also have a little question.

If Anpu will probably be present in this chapter, is there a chance that we will also see the ghost one, aka Ausir soon? Or is he completely tied to the Duat?

In this chapter (chapter 7), we're gonna be exploring Aset (Isis)'s dynamic with the pantheon, Nebet-het (Nephthys), and how Aset's control has affected the family. It's gonna get dark, and those of you that have been frustrated with Edith's lack of control are going to have to be patient a little while longer. Chapter 8 is when we will meet both Ausir and Anpu! And a couple other friends as well.

[writingontheclouds]

Chapter 4: How To Finally Get the Girl

The finale of my fic "How You Get The Girl" that I started in 2019 when I was a wee fresher in college. It is finally over. *phew* I hope this story stops haunting me now.

Read it on AO3.

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The clock in her room read 7:39pm when Lily watched Isis disappear into the horizon, soaring higher and higher above the identical houses of Cokeworth.

She wasn't sure which part of her brain was working overtime when she thought of sending a letter through Isis. Or when she thought of the idea. She just remembers Sirius holding her by her shoulders and shaking with excitement at the idea as he exited her room and her house and disapparated from her front yard with a distinct pop.

She should have checked around if anyone saw him disappear. She should have berated him for being so careless in a muggle neighbourhood, *her* neighbourhood, as he apparated back at the same position exactly 12 minutes later with a grey owl sitting gleefully on her shoulder, playing with his black hair. But words suddenly seemed foreign to her.

Despite her newly found resolve and the shadow of a black haired boy peaking behind her shoulder, she had hesitated. Multiple times. Her quill broke twice. Isis fluttered around her room from her bed to the shelves. Sirius paced the small length of her bedroom muttering, "Good god woman, you don't have be Shakespeare."

She couldn't shake the guilt looming in her stomach, making her nauseous. *What if he truly has moved on?*

Sirius had been ecstatic, almost jumping off the walls of her bedroom as Isis flew out her window. "He's going to come as soon as he gets it, I promise."

Lily knew Isis was pretty fast, even for a magical owl. And after conveying her urgency in getting the letter delivered as soon as possible, Lily was almost sure she saw Isis' eyes become determined. She loved a challenge, that feisty little thing. Lily promised her an entire box of her favourite treats and off she flew, feathers fluttering to an inch of her face.

Her mother came in announcing dinner just 10 minutes later, asking Sirius to join them. 30 minutes and multiple pointless conversations later, she was ready to stab herself in the thigh with a fork.

"So there is actually a magical giant squid that lives in the lake at Hogwarts?" Her mother asked, absolutely aghast.

"Oh yes, my mate James and I arm wrestled one of his tentacles last year," Sirius responded as-a-matter-of-fact. Even Petunia, whose usual response to any time Hogwarts came up on the dinner table was a scowl, looked shocked.

"You what?" Her mother asked, looking at her for confirmation.

"They did," Lily told her mother nonchalantly, moving the contents of her plate from one corner to another, "Though they mostly just annoyed it. It got bored and dumped them on the shore and went back inside."

Almost an hour later, she couldn't take it anymore and went outside for fresh air. Surely Isis must have reached James by now? He was in the middle of London, not a cave up in the mountains.

It was 10pm when Sirius joined her outside on the front yard, after relaying some more Hogwarts stories to her mother.

"Maybe Isis is having a hard time finding him," He said softly, sitting down next to her on the grass. She just hummed in response, her heart hammering against her chest.

By 11pm, even Sirius seemed to have ran out of reasons. Isis should have reached James by now. Hell, she would have reached London by now if she had taken the train. And she was a witch. If only she knew where to go IN London. She could have just run around Leicester Square screaming his name like a deranged pelican.

At 11:58pm, a sudden movement caught the corner of her eye and before she knew it, a grey feathered blob landed directly in front of them. Isis looked ecstatic and proud. And as happy as Lily was to see her, her excitement lasted for 2 seconds exactly until she noticed the empty talon.

Her heart sank into her stomach. The answer was staring right in her face.

"Lily, maybe he got stuck-"

"Don't." Her voice was barely above a whisper, and her vision started to blur. Sirius wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and she hid her face in his shoulder. “Don’t."

"I'm sorry."

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It took a very long time to convince Sirius that she was fine. Or, it took a very long time to tell a convincing lie to Sirius that she was fine. But he finally departed around 1am, with a promise to take her out for ice cream the next day to cheer her up.

She had already planned not to leave her bed for the next 3 days, to sleep as much as she could and to be awake as less as she could help it. But unfortunately, the world seemed adamant to not let her have her way, because despite her plans to be unconscious, but she was still wide awake at 2:30am.

Lily rolled over for the hundredth time, facing the pink wall of her bedroom and closed her eyes. She tried to go to her happy place, back to Hogwarts and its hallways and her friends, when a light tap sounded behind her. At first, she thought she had imagined it, the silence of the night deafening her and playing tricks on her mind. But the tap happened again, and again, and that's when her heart sank and her mind took a much darker turn.

She had heard of the rumours of muggle borns and the news of the 'disappearances', and suddenly, each name she had read in the newspapers flashed at the back of her head as she grabbed her wand, remembering every hex in the books. Tomorrow, she was sure, her name would be added to that never ending list. She slowly pulled the curtain above her desk to peak out at the offending noise.

But there, floating right outside the window in the middle of the night, was a boy holding a lit wand with a goofy grin. A grin she unfortunately knew way too well.

"POTTER!" she whispered angrily, half on instinct, but the sound wouldn't reach him. She put her wand aside and slid the window open.

"Potter! What in Merlin's pants are you doing?" she hissed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Can we talk?" he asked, his voice barely audible over the wind.

"You are floating outside my window," she stated, still processing the sight before her.

"Yes, I'm on my broom," he replied nonchalantly.

"You are floating outside my window on a broom," she repeated, her tone incredulous.

"Great observation skills, Evans," he remarked, a hint of a grin tugging at his lips.

"You are FLOATING outside my window IN A MUGGLE NEIGHBOURHOOD on a BROOM.”

"Oh. Yes. That. Uhh," he stuttered, looking around nervously, "Can I come in?"

"Can it not wait till tomorrow?"

"I would highly prefer today.”

"Today, right now? As opposed to today noon at Diagon Alley with butterbeer?"

"Today, right now.”

She sighed impatiently, backing up and gesturing him to come inside. While James was ambling his frame into her very small window, knocking down books and pencil stands as he came inside, alarm bells were ringing in her head.

"SHHH!" She shushed him, and he stopped for a second before continuing to get his other leg inside the window and pas her study table.

Bollocks. He was here. The reality of the situation was settling in now. What did he want to talk about? Did he want to apologise? Tell her thank you, but no thank you?

She glanced down at her worn out blue pyjama set, deciding she didn't care how she looked. Even if it wasn't, she wasn't going to change to be let down. How pathetic would that be?

"Cute room, Evans." He said once he had manoeuvred his broom inside her room and started inspecting everything.

"You better have a very good reason for this, Potter."

He just looked at her bemused, eyebrows raised, reached into his jacket and pulled out a folded piece of parchment.

"Oh, I have a very very good reason, Evans."

"Look-"

"Oh no, here is where I will talk and you will listen." That shut her up real quick.

"So, I was sitting in this quaint little restaurant in the middle of muggle London, on a date with this wonderful girl. She's pretty, funny and she loves Quidditch- and guess what?- she supports Puddlemere, I was sold by then and the date had hardly started. She's a splendid conversationalist, did you know? We didn't have any of those awful awkward silences, those are always a deal breaker for me. So we laughed all through the main course-"

"-I'm going to toss you out the window if you've come here to tell me about your new girlfriend-"

"-I swear the manager wanted to throw us out of there-"

"-You have Sirius to discuss the nitty gritties about your dates-"

"-and we were waiting for desert, when I look out the window and to my surprise, I see Isis there."

He looked right in her eyes, and Lily was sure he could see the blush colouring her cheeks despite the low light in the room. Hell, he could have spotted it from a mile away on his broom at this point.

He took a step in her direction, and she instinctively look a step back.

"Yes, Isis with a letter. She singlehandedly unleashed havoc in the restaurant, you should have been there, there was spaghetti flying around and people were slipping on spilled pasta sauce, all for a letter. Clearly, someone asked her to deliver it urgently.”

"Now, you must know how that scared the living daylights out of me, because what could be so important that couldn't till the end of the night? It's a difficult time in our world, you know," James Potter continued babbling animately, his usual self, but Lily's heart was threatening to beat out of her chest, matching James steps, as he continued to step closer to her and she continued to backtrack.

"So, we ran out the restaurant before we were arrested, though what for I still have no idea, but I must be completely pale and speaking gibberish because Emily said she couldn't understand what I said, and frankly neither could I."

"So, with trembling hands, I opened the letter, a million different worse case scenarios playing in my head, and can you guess what it said?" He asked, holding open the parchment and Lily could make out her hasty scrawl.

"Uhh.." Lily's back hit the door to her room and she realised she had nowhere to go now.

"It was from this rather infuriating bird, with bright red hair and a temper to level the entire city of London, who does not lose a single chance to wound my ego, who has spent the last 6 years hating me and my guts, and if that was not enough, for some weird reason I've fancied all that time?"

"Now, I had imagined this particular scenario many times in my head. My personal favorite ending in passionate and wild lovemaking, but never had I imagined this happening on a letter that I thought was the worst news I'll ever receive, when I was on a date with another girl I was about to ask to be my girlfriend. Now do you understand my anger?" James had closed the distance between the two, and Lily could smell broom polish on him. And his cologne. She was pointedly trying not to think about his cologne. She was sure she was hallucinating at this point.

"Well, if you put it that way.."

"..yes?" He put the parchment back into his pocket, and rested his right arm by her head, boxing her in.

"..I might have not have thought this through." She whispered, looking into his hazel eyes, forcing herself to not glance at his lips.

"Of course you didn't," He whispered back.

Lily cleared her throat and looked down, arms folding around her chest defensively. She couldn't look him in the eye while saying this. "Look, James, if you flew all the way here just to say this, you needn't have come. I got your message, loud and clear."

"Message? What message?"

"It's fine, I'm happy for you."

"Happy for me?"

"Yes, I promise I will keep my distance at Hogwarts. She need not worry, neither do you."

"You know, for a brilliant witch, you can be so dense sometimes." Lily's face contorted, taking offence, and ready to spew out some witty come back that would be weirdly accurate, but he put both his hands on either side of her face, and tilted her head up slightly, ensuring their eyes met.

"Lily, why do you think I am here?" There was a tender intensity in his hazel eyes, a silent promise.

Lily's eyes widened, one hand subconsciously coming to rest on his arm, holding it there, holding her.

"I.." She stumbled, staring into his eyes, unable to come up with any response, much less a rational explanation of his presence here.

He waited patiently for Lily to reply, his thumb softly brushing her cheeks.

"You didn't reply." She whispered finally.

"This is something I wanted to tell you in person," he said, nudging her nose with his. "I also had to escort Emily back to her place."

"Out of all the times, this was the one you chose to be a gentleman," Lily replied, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm always a gentleman," he retorted with a playful smirk.

Lily actually snorted. "SURE."

"I could always go back, you know, if I'm not wanted here. I'm sure Emily would love a good night stroll-" James teased, backing away and turning towards the window. But Lily grabbed him and pulled him towards her, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.

"Just shut up and kiss me," she whispered, her lips a hair's breadth from his. James grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. He closed the gap between them, his lips brushing softly against hers at first. The gentle touch sent a shiver down Lily's spine, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt impatient, and deepened the kiss and her heart actually skipped a beat when James responded equally enthusiastically. She forgot that she was in her tiny bedroom, that she was wearing her old battered night suit, that 5 minutes ago she wasn’t sure how her last year at Hogwarts would pass.

But he was here. It felt impossible, but he was here and he was kissing her, and by Merlin, it felt more glorious than she could ever have imagined. James's hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, while Lily's fingers tangled in his hair, those black locks that she had dreamed of running her fingers through.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Lily's cheeks were flushed, and James’s grin had softened into a tender smile.

"I’m getting this letter framed.” He murmured into her lips and Lily chuckled.

"I'm going to buy Isis the whole store."

[krishu213]

Update schedule-League of dreamers

Dear Dreamers, we are pleased to inform you that the next update is scheduled for early August. ☀

New chapters of stories await you in it:

"NEW STORY" chapter 1 (book 1 of 3)

"LULLABY OF WITCHES" chapters 7, 8 (book 2 of 3)

"LAW OF THE BEAST" chapters 8, 9 (finale of book 2 of 3)

"WANDERING SPIRIT" chapters 8, 9 (final of book 2 of 3)

"VAMPYRUS NOVUS" chapters 1,2 (book 2 of 3)

"TABLET OF ISIS" chapter 4 (book 3 of 3)

With love, your League of Dreamers team 😍

[kimlizs]

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[perlaophirian]

ISIS Group Chapter 1

A man;codename:Sharp Eagle,had a phone call by one of his annoying friends that are also in the terrorrist group.

Sharp Eagle(???): What do you want now,Meteorío?

Meteorío(???): I've got inform by one of my co-workers that the famous "Fallen Angel" also known as the Supercontinent Pannotia Vendian had died. You killed her,right?

Sharp Eagle(???): Yes,i'm the one who did it.

Meteorío(???): Gosh! She must be weak and stupid to die! Ahahahaha!! Yeah,sorry,sorry! Also, you had miss to see their face when she died. Even her own not reall siblings was sad and they totally fall into the despair. Oh! It seems that i must be ready for spreading the news! I must act again!

Sharp Eagle(???): Normal. We must keep that secret if we don't wants to be caught. I should go,bye.

Meteorío(???): Wish me good luck!

He then hang out. He look at the sky,thinking about something. Why can't he change? Of course,no one will accept him. It's was their fault if he became like this. He sigh of sadness.

Sharp Eagle(???): I wish that you were there,New France... Why the world separated us so we didn't do anything? But i know we are not in the same world... Can i even change,just for once? All i want is to build an happy family. But at least i have my daughter Merry. Hehe...

Sharp Eagle feel someone behind him and he turn around.

Sharp Eagle(???): Oh,it's only you,General Liliw...

General Liliw(???): Glad to see you,Æmə(it's an error here)...

Sharp Eagle(???): Do you know that's against the rule to tell our real name?

General Liliw(???): I know... I just miss the old times and i don't want to forget our real names.

Sharp Eagle(???): Do you have any missions to do?

General Liliw(???): ........No,i haven't yet.

Sharp Eagle(???): I see... Also,are you still sure that i shouldn't kill PKI after he reject you harshly?

General Liliw(???): Yes i am,ąṅð ƴøų?

Sharp Eagle(???): Ƴəş,ı ām fịŋĕ. Ťĥªņƙ ŷøų,Martial.

General Liliw(Martial): So you admit really that you also missed our names,huh? Ąməŕịčå?

Sharp Eagle just nod. General Liliw,or should i said Martial Law,smile a bit,while looking at the beautifull sky. Suddenly,a phone's rang for interrupting;it was Martial's phone. They are gonna have their meeting.

//Timeskip//

They were all gather and ISIS told them that they can have their real names unless there's no here except for them. They must introduce themselves to strongest to weakest even thought they already knew each other.

Sharp Eagle(???): The name's America Walter,codename:Sharp Eagle,i'm the Ultimate Agent, son of UK and France Walter and the n°1 strongest.

General Liliw(Martial): Martial Maharlika,codename: General Liliw,the Ultimate Soldier,son of KKK and Perla Maharlika and the 2nd strongest.

Sundown(???): I'm Philia Maharlika,codename: Sundown,the Ultimate Gambler,Martial's younger sister and the 2b strongest.

Dynamite(???): My name is North Korea Minguk, codename:Dynamite,the Ultimate Dictactor and Dancer,older brother of the famous pop singer South Korea and the 3rd strongest.

Demon Queen(???): Mongolia Batbayar,codename: Demon Queen,the Ultimate Model,only daughter of Mongol Empire and Golden Horde Batbayar and the n°4.

Cloni(???): I'm Italy Rossi! Codename:Cloni,the Ultimate Cook,son of Fascist Italy and the n°5!

Lucky Clover(???): Hihihi! My name is Ireland Celts, codename:Lucky Clover! I'm the Ultimate Gentleman!My parents;i don't give a fuck and the n°6! Hihihi!

ISIS mind: Typical Ireland...

Captain Skull(???): Heyyy bitch!! Somalia Jamhuriyada and my fucking codename is the Captain Skull! I'm the Ultimate Pirate! I don't want to talk about my parents and i'm the n°7!

Almost everyone do a "bruh" face while some of them laugh/wheeze.

Meteorío(???): I'm A-Argentina Silverum,codename: Meteorío,t-the Ultimate Journalist,Imperal of Argentina is my mother and i'm the n°8!

Ice Jewish(???): Pleasure! I'm Israel Zohar,codename: Ice Jewish,the Ultimate Childs Keeper,son of Canaan Zohar and the n°9.

Doctor Cross(???): I'm Switzerland Müller,codename: Doctor Cross,the Ultimate Doctor,one of Third Reich's childrens and the n°10.

Fire Phoenix(???): Azerbaijan Mammadov,codename: the Fire Phoenix,the Ultimate Butler,i fucking hate my parents so no,and the n°11.

Taipei Kingdom(???): Hi! I'm Taïwan Formosa! My codename is Taipei Kingdom,the Ultimate Yandere 'cause i have a crush on Hong-Kong,son of Kuomintang and the Republic of China and the n°12!

Nurse Tsunami(???): Tonga Tupou at your service! Codename:Nurse Tsunami,the Ultimate Nurse,i'm an orphan so i don't know my parents and n°13.

Aphrodite(???): Hello! I'm Cyprus Georgiou,codename: Aphrodite,i'm the Ultimate Beauty Queen,daughter of Alashiya and the n°14.

Thunder Dragon(???): Hi... I'm Bhutan Tshering, codename:the Thunder Dragon,the Ultimate Assistant,i won't talk about my parents and the weakest of all.

ISIS: Thank you for that! The reason why you are all here is because i have an important anouncement: i need an successor.

Switzerland: Hold on! Why a successor? We've been all together for only 7 fucking years and why you need a successor?

Azerbaijan: I agreed with Switzy. Why that? Why now?

ISIS: The reason why i need a successor because.....

He stop for a minute,waiting for answers. Some of them were shock and a "why" on the face while the others are concerned and surprised. He finally respond.

ISIS: I... have only 5 more years to live!...

Everyone were very shock and didn't accept the fact that their Boss is dying. North slam the table,angry and upset.

NK: Why?!... WHY?! In 7 years,you tell us now?! I am NOT accepting the fact that you are dying!

Somalia: Pffft! Weak!

Tonga: Alia!

Somalia: What?!... Is the truth! Also,why Boss need to say that to us now? Is it because is he weak or something? Hell yes!

Switzerland: Show some respect to him,Somalia! Why don't you have a pity on him?!

Somalia: Me? Pity on him? What now?! He didn't even tell us the whole fucking truth! And you want ME to have some pities on him! Useless!

Switzerland: Why you—

ISIS: It's okay,Switzerland,i got this.

Switzerland: Yes,Boss...

Martial: It is now done? It's getting boring here.

Cyprus: Yeah! I totally agreed with you Martial! It's getting nerve on my beautifull face!

Taïwan: Tsk! Shut up you two!

Martial: You shut up!

Taïwan: That's why you shoes raggened!

Argentina: Dang!

Martial: That's why you don't have a brother to spend time off!

Argentina&Somalia:Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!

ISIS: Silence! As for today,i want you all find what i wanted!

America: And how we could find your successor, Boss?

ISIS show them a necklace with a blue crystal. He said that if it's glow,it's the future successor of ISIS. America,Tonga and Bhutan volunteered to find him/her and there are all dismissed.

[randomthingsbylfcds]

AMAZON CHALLENGE

Chapter 7:

Artemis- I found her. Alma Curse, the priestess now attends my Court. However, it came at a small price, his daughter Magdalene joined us too, but at my sister's Court. I hope you are a good warrior. Another very exciting news is that Mister Bones Shadowmoon, my cat will have kittens with Seleana, another addition that came with Curse. Now, my heiress will grow up with my cat's children. Isn't that exciting?

Isis- Magdalene Curse is the most useless person I've ever seen. What hate! If it weren't for Artemis and her stupid surpertitions. On the other hand, Nyx has shown herself to be an excellent guard and excellent archer. It'll be great for defending ourselves while I'm incapacitated… I mean, pregnant. When my heir is born, I will instruct Nyx to reproduce. I want strong warriors like her to protect my princess.

Nyx- Today is my first day as Captain of the Guard. After Kareena's defection, I think I'm doing well. I escorted the Queens to Mount Komorebi to see the priestess. There, I also provided a worker that the Matriarch requested. I will also be responsible for instructing Madalena, Alma's useless daughter. My instincts might make me question whether Ophelia can be trusted, after all, she is the defector's mother. But, I think that answer, only time will tell…

Ophelia- Alma Curse. I recognize that name. But it can't be, can it? If I recognize her, she will definitely recognize me. This can not happen. I need to act. Poison seems like a good option. So I guess this is goodbye. I always wondered why I spent time writing in this journal. Since I don't even know if anyone will read this diary, I cursed it with my own blood. But now I recognize the value of these notes. The legacy I will leave. We will ascend!

WELCOME THE CLAN, MISS ALMA CURSE, THE PRIESTESS

traits: Aromantic, Joyless and Kind

occult: Vampire

function: Priestess Alma Curse plays a pivotal role as the guardian of blessings within the Amazons community. Her primary function revolves around conducting sacred rituals and prayers, particularly during significant life events such as the birth of newborns and ceremonies within the clan. Alma taps into ancient mystic energies, invoking divine forces to bestow blessings upon the Amazonas, ensuring their prosperity, protection, and alignment with the cosmic forces. With a staff adorned with mystical symbols, Alma guides the spiritual destiny of the community, providing not only blessings but also serving as a beacon of wisdom and solace for members seeking spiritual guidance in times of joy or challenge.

court: Newmoon

ALSO, WELCOME ALMA'S DAUGTHER, LADY MAGDALENE CURSE

traits: Short-Tempered and Engaged

occult: Vampire

function: Magdalene Curse stands as a stalwart defender among the ranks of the Amazons, shouldering the responsibility of safeguarding the clan from external threats. As a regular soldier, Magdalene undergoes rigorous training to master combat skills, utilizing both conventional weaponry and the unique magical abilities characteristic of the Amazons. Whether patrolling the borders, leading in battle, or fortifying the clan's defenses, Magdalene's role is integral to the security and survival of the Amazons. With unwavering loyalty and determination, Magdalene embodies the strength and resilience necessary to face the challenges that may arise, ensuring the protection of the Amazonas against any adversary. At least, that is what should be...

court: Fullmoon

[leanstooneside]

Looking for a way around consequences

1. THEE AND THEIR

2. EGYPTIANS AND BUSIRIS

3. HORUS AND KHEPERA

4. THOTH AND HIS

5. ADORATION BEFORE OSIRIS

6. DOORS OR CHAPTERS

7. GOD AND CHAPTER

8. SHADOWS AND HEARTS

9. TREE NOR PLANT

10. SUNRISE AND SUNSET

11. WORDS AND DEEDS

12. MEMPHIS AND HELIOPOLIS

13. EARTH AND MAN

14. FISH AND WOMEN

15. WATERS AND DIDST

16. REREK AND SEKSEK

17. HYMN TO RA

18. BEAUTIES OR BENEFICENCE

19. MOUTH AND NOSTRILS

20. SERVANT TO HIS

21. GOD AND THY

22. NIGHT AND MEN

23. STRENGTH AND THOU

24. HIM TO MAAU

25. THOTH AND THERE

26. BEGOTTEN AND SELF

27. GODS AND HORUS

28. ISIS AND SET

29. OSIRIS AND CHAPTERS

30. DEAD AND KING

31. LIFE AND THEY

32. SAHU OR SPIRIT

33. LAW AND TRUTH

34. WIFE AND CHILDREN

35. HORUS AND SET

36. PIG AND CHAPTER

37. HANDS TO THEE

38. TERROR AND ANNIHILATION

39. HANDS; THEREFORE IT

40. MAATI WHERE OSIRIS

41. DELTA AND THERE

42. BUSIRIS AND GOVERNOR

43. MORNING AND EVENING

44. CONFINES; BUT IT

45. PERSONALITY AND VIRILITY

46. SALT AND MY

47. KINSFOLK AND FRIENDS

[fallloverfic]

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom:  엔네아드 ENNEAD (Webcomic)

Relationships: Horus/Seth, Horus & Seth

Tags: Seth (ENNEAD), Horus (ENNEAD), Isis (ENNEAD), Osiris (ENNEAD), Anubis (ENNEAD), Nephthys (ENNEAD), R19 AU, Dark King Horus AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Id Fic, Power Imbalance, Captor/Captive, Whipping, Flogging, Torture, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, referenced sex toy use, Non-Consensual Touching, Non-Consensual Bondage, territorial Horus, Top Horus, Bottom Seth, Older Man/Younger Man, Ancient Egyptian Deities, Revenge Sex, Biting, Betaed, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Younger Top, older bottom, Uncle/Nephew Incest, Brother/Brother Incest, Brother/Sister Incest, referenced violence against children, Trauma, Self-Hatred, Sleep Deprivation, Trapped, Sensory Deprivation, Cock Rings, Bathing/Washing, more tags on Ao3

Summary: Seth lost the trial for the throne, and now he is King Horus' prisoner, to do with as Horus pleases. As Horus works through his hatred, he slowly finds punishing Seth more complicated than he imagined, especially when he uncovers more secrets in Seth's past. And when new threats to Egypt arise, Horus will need Seth's help to face them.

As Long As You're Mine, Chapter 7: Balance

[brother-hermes]

SOPHIA DOESN’T SPELL IT OUT

So for years.... almost a decade yeah… The Divine Feminine keeps making this same deal, read The Book of Solomons Wisdom and restrict that nut while you work it- or less extreme versions of celibacy depending on factors I don’t quite understand. And for years I've looked at this text and brushed off all of its later chapters. The first 8 give a detailed account of the Divine Feminine and Bridal Mysticism. Then the last chapters are all Jewish history and I've just blown off the Jewish history to a point of frustration with this inner mystical guide like- BITCH SPELL IT OUT FOR ME- cuz it's the 7th year in a row where this reading has been a part of the covenant.

Seven years… that's funny. Here's why- that "history" tells of six minor signs and one major. That’s 7 signs. Now it was written in Alexandria and you best believe those Egyptians understood Isis and Her transformative power because they wrote the playbook on alchemy. I wonder how many steps it takes to turn lead into gold?

🤔🤔🤔 did you say 7? I knew you guys were smarter than me. She's had me staring at the code for mystical transformation for seven years and my dumb ass has been like "yeah I'm all set on-the history lesson. Thanks love!" Thus is the nature of gnosis. We go thinking we’re sooo smart that we miss the simple things. Perhaps it’s time to stop looking for Magick and create it myself.

[nlights37]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤️

Better late than never, right? Here we go, fave five fics that I've written, with many thanks to my sister from another mister for allowing me to pimp my shit:

Game of Thrones Fics (Jon/Dany-centric, naturally)

Beautiful Creatures - Ghost. Dragonstone. It's science, it's scientific fact that the presence of one direwolf in GOT Season 7 solves so many problems. Sure, the show might've turned itself into a literal dumpster fire but if you want to go back to a simpler time in the Jonerys time frame and rewrite history with me, I highly recommend! (Goes AU in early-season 7 but does incorporate canon-adherent elements after that)

Fixer-Upper - Really hitting so many tropes here, so if you are a whore for fake dating, friends to friends with benefits to lovers, pining idiots in love, and several fairly smut-heavy chapters I present this fic as some of my finest work in those department. Jon and Dany get fixed up, and chaos ensues. (Modern AU, for those of us who enjoy such delightful sluttery)

The Art of Deduction - Doctor Dany, Detective Jon, love from afar. It's a little different from my normal style, maybe not quite as fluffy, but I love it - (Yes, it is another Modern AU, what about it?)

A Thin Line - Asshole Jon and Asshole Dany being assholes to each other in very exciting ways. If you like snark and angry sex and enemies to lovers then this is the fic, pal. This is the one. (Modern AU because that's a shock, right?)

Smallvile Fic (Clark/Lois because that's real OTP hours, always)

5. The Space Between - Canon-compliant, Post-Isis (10x5), in which talks are had, revelations are made, and Clark accidentally refers to himself as Space Jesus and immediately regrets it. Just idiots in love being idiots in love so much that you want to squish their faces.

Now I get to figure out how to send this to five people, which is really the test for my old ass. Also, side note - I've been back at the office full time since Feb so fic writing is slow-going for me but it's going, so hopefully my WIPs won't remain WIPs forever!

[tyetknot]

Treading The Mill Tuesdays Chapter 7 – Approaching The Powers – Part 2 and Conclusion

Chapter 7 – Approaching The Powers – Part 2 and Conclusion

Introduction | Hallowing the Compass | SpellCrafting | Censing the Sacred | Entering the Twilyte pt 1 | Entering the Twilyte pt 2 | SpiritWorking pt 1 | SpiritWorking pt 2 | Approaching the Powers pt 1

Hello dears! It’s been a while, hasn’t it? The only defense I can offer is that I am sick and fucking tired of this book and Nigel Pearson and his bullshit. I’m tired of it, but I’ve got some free time and I want to see this nonsense through to the bitter end. So let’s get started.

Pearson now turns his attention to the Goddess.  He opens this section with a five-stanza poem/hymn/devotional piece which I wouldn’t consider out of place in any of my rituals. After this he once again has to stop and tear other people down:

“The Goddess, as perceived in Traditional Witchcraft, is not the “Triple Moon Goddess” of Robert Graves’ “White Goddess”, so beloved of modern pagans and Wiccans. Neither is she solely the fertile Earth Mother of so-called “Neolithic” belief.”

Venus figurine found at Çatalhöyük in 2016

I am sure you will be absolutely shocked to see that in the next few pages Pearson describes a divinity who is curiously similar to the capricious and cruel deity Graves depicts in The White Goddess. He sort of flip-flops around a bit, and uses phrases that readers in classical mythology will recognize – there are snippets of the Cyme Aretology of Isis, the statue of Isis at Sais, the Fates, and others. He also says:

“No one depiction of the Goddess can fully express Her powers and nature but Her essence exists in all the goddesses invented by Man – for all have been.”

This sort of flies in the face of his earlier complains that only idiots believe ‘All gods are one god’, but consistency has evidently never been one of Pearson’s virtues. He also states “it is from her that we all issue and to Her that we shall all return at the end of times” which sounds perilously close to that line from the Charge of the Goddess: “From me all things proceed and unto me they must return.” Funny how that keeps happening! He complains again that “She bears little resemblance to the bright, loving, and caring Goddess of modern pagan practice.” Sorry folks! Your Goddess just isn’t edgy enough!

CRAWLING IN MY SKINNNNNN

Pearson states that there are two titles for the Witch Goddess, the Great Queen and the Black Goddess. Let’s take a look and see what he says:

The Great Queen

This is a deity of “Life, love, sexuality, death and the Land”. I’m not really sure how this is different from how many modern pagans view the Goddess, but OK, sure, whatever. She is concerned with things that pertain to being alive. Pearson’s descriptions here really remind me of The White Goddess, in that Gravesian “The goddess fucks you and then destroys you” way, up to and including a comparison to the sow who eats her own farrow. ”To feed and nurture her cub, the vixen must kill the fluffy bunny and present it with blood-stained muzzle.” The fluffy bunny. I’ve been saying this for years, but it bears repeating – a lot of traddies really, really remind me of the kind of person who spent a lot of time yelling that fluff-bunnies would be the death of Wicca back in the early aughts.

He also identifies the Great Queen with the Land in the same way a lot of books associate a queen with the land, you know, like you read in books on Celtic mythology, but also identifies her with the inexorable forces of nature.

Next Pearson presents an exercise to form a relationship with this aspect of divinity, which he calls ‘Addressing the Dame.’ The title of this makes me want to scream for reasons that will be obvious to anyone who has been reading my Tumblr. It entails making a sort of image or representation out of found natural materials in which the spirit of the Great Queen may dwell to which one may make prayers or petitions (but remember, as he mentioned earlier, witches do not worship deities). Once the framework of the representation is done you make regular trips to gather more materials to add to it, veiling it with a black cloth between trips. After a year and a day the work is completed and you will have a finished link to the Great Queen in all her faces and aspects, as it were, collected over an entire cycle of the seasons. He stresses that this should not be undertaken lightly (which is correct) but I feel like there should be some instruction on what to do if the image needs to be taken apart or destroyed for some reason.  It’s not a terrible idea, but he also doesn’t give many suggestions for what to do with this (should it be veiled at all times, for example?) but I feel like it would be an interesting exercise were it fleshed out a bit.

The Black Goddess

This aspect of the Goddess functions more as what I would say is more like modern pagan views of the Crone, the mysteries of the night, the Underworld, the spaces between the stars (mostly void, partly stars) and behind the Moon. He provides a description of a spiritual experience he had during the contemplation of the Black Goddess.

Pearson also states that the Black Goddess is the one who creates “the next shapes of force to be unleased on the world.” She is also a deity who makes magic work, if I am reading this correctly – “It is to this aspect of the Goddess that we appeal for any of the grand magics, the great life-shaping and life-changing works that we would attempt. These are not to be approached without great consideration and meditation beforehand but, when we are certain that it is the right thing to do – and Traditional Crafters do meddle and change things – then it is to the great Black Goddess that we apply for the permission and power to carry out the work.”

I’m not like other girls. I meddle and change things.

We are also presented with an exercise meant to form a connection with the Black Goddess and also find out where your life is going. This involves constructing a threefold Circle of salt, ashes, and a mixture of water, wine, vinegar, and salt, addressing four aspects of the Black Goddess at the four quarters, consecrating water, and then scrying into it. It’s not a bad working!

Next up is a section titled Approaching the Power. This is a place where Pearson contradicts himself quite a bit, saying that some witches actually do believe that the God and Goddess come from one ultimate Power, which he suggests could be a Goddess who birthed the one he calls the Goddess, a sort of primeval creatrix like Chaos. Alternately, some may view this ultimate Power as the witches’ Devil, a being of rebellion and cunning and disorderliness. And yet some may view this Power as a union of the God and Goddess, which he describes in fairly conventional heterosexist terms. Nevermind that earlier Pearson shit all over Dion Fortune’s ‘all gods are one god’ maxim. Like I said, consistency is not his forte.

He also seems to believe that Traditional Witches existed historically: “Certainly they gathered together upon occasions when fellows were known in the vicinity and certainly they swapped lore and instructed each other in their individual ways of knowledge.”

He points out that dedication and initiation are separate things (correct) and provides a ritual for self-dedication. This is not a process I can disagree with! Initiation, as he states, is something bestowed upon you by another, be it a group of people you are joining or a spiritual experience. His self-dedication ritual contains elements that will be very familiar to anyone who has read anything on the subject – blessing with the four Elements, quarter calls, making a declaration of dedication. His ritual has some actions and language clearly borrowed from trial records from the European witch hysteria.

The closing of the ritual is conventional, and at this point he ends the book – no further information, no afterword or conclusion. Our long national nightmare is over.

Conclusion

It’s over! It’s finished! I finally got around to completing my chapter-by-chapter teardown on this shitty, shitty book. I don’t like his writing style. I don’t like his bad editing. I don’t like Pearson’s bad habit of making portentous, ominous statements with no follow-up, explanation, or further detail. I don’t like his shameless pillaging from other writers, the complete and total lack of footnotes and sources, or his constant whining about how awful those Wiccans are while lifting ideas, ritual practices, and theology from the religion wholesale. I’ve said it before and it bears repeating – there is nothing in this book that would be out of place in a conventional book on Wicca, nothing.

I’m still angry that some old fart Gardnerian Third Degree who had been initiated by Buckland who I met in the old Witches’ Chat Network chatroom spent so much time verbally fellating this book, to the extent that I actually found a copy of it, because this book sucks. It is tepid, bland, very pedestrian writing, and while it has some actual rituals and workings in it, the way that they’re presented and the pointless ramblings and incessant whining about other pagans that fills the pages between those rituals and workings made this an unpleasant read. Should you purchase this book? No. Should you illegally download this book mysteriously find a .pdf of it on your computer somehow? Also no. There are infinitely better books out there that won’t be as much of a waste of your time.

Consumnatum est.