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There isn’t much known about Lakegrave School for Young Women due to its remote location and it being a new school, but it is the only school in the world known for its unique education style—it’s completely self-taught. There are no teachers, just one headmistress. The school only invites the best and brightest women from across the globe to study there for one year before being scouted to go on to their dream careers. This didn’t mean smart in absolutely everything but a genius in our own field.
That is the other unique thing—it also only invites one person per specialist subject.
That’s why Rowan and I were lucky enough to be accepted. Rowan is only just old enough to attend at one and twenty years of age; I, on the other hand, have two years on her. Luck was also on our side when we were encouraged to pursue different hobbies instead of the same, otherwise we wouldn’t have been accepted concurrently.
Leading up to the school, I can only make out the tops of the building as the hedge has overgrown so much. It’s as if the place has been neglected over the summer, if not over the years. Such an odd notion for a new educational establishment but, then again, it was something else before.
I reach the main gate and see a crest at the top. In the middle, there is a sprig of lavender and on each side of the shield are bees facing inward. This looks like it’s been cleaned recently.
Couldn’t say the same for the rest of the gate.
It looks like it once was black, but it is brown now due to the rust. I don’t want to touch it, so I nudge it open with my elbow and shut it again once I’m in.
It’s called a school, but it would be better off compared to a castle, just like every other boarding school that exists. The windows stretch tall and look like they are modelled after a church. Although it is a fairly new build, its appearance is like it has been designed as old-fashioned on purpose, fitting in with something from the 1600s rather than the 1800s. And it almost looks like it’s falling apart, the brickwork cracked and turning the walls into a darker colour rather than its usual sand. It is preposterously big for a school that doesn’t admit too many students. There is definitely some sort of beauty to the building but for some reason, even in the daytime, it appears a little ominous—as if the place is lifeless. It seems as though the garden has overtaken everything as greenery and moss is growing alongside the building. To the west of the school there are some greenhouses and to the east of the school is a church.
The ground crunches as I walk up to the building. There is a huge fountain which is bordered by the driveway on either side but appears not to work, and a huge statue coming out from the middle of it. I’m not that knowledgeable about Greek gods but I know it’s Aphrodite.
It seems fitting to have her standing guard over us.
I pause by the front door, already hearing voices coming from within, so I grip my violin case tighter and push the double doors inwards—letting them shut me away for the next year.
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I’d burned her bones, but she was back again.
And now she was pissed.
I fired my shotgun filled with salt rounds, but she vanished between when I pulled the trigger and when the shells fired. Then she materialized behind me and gave me a shove that sent me sprawling.
I’m a big guy, and thanks to a favor from a Slavic god, I’m immortal and pretty damned hard to injure. That doesn’t mean I like being tossed around by ill-tempered ghosts who have overstayed their welcome.
I rolled and came up with the shotgun locked and loaded, firing into the ghost’s midsection. That bought me a moment or two since salt fritzes ghosts’ ability to manifest, but I knew she wouldn’t be gone long.
I walked to where the tracks had been and stopped when the toe of my boot struck an old spike left from the long-ago rails. A scream reverberated through the forest. I pumped my shotgun and blasted her again before she could fully re-form. Then I set a salt circle around myself to keep her from knocking me around, dumped lighter fluid on the spike, and dropped a match on it.
People called the ghost the Lavender Lady. The stories said that she had been gathering the flowers back in the early 1900s when she was struck by a train—back before the tracks had been pulled up when trains still ran.
The town of Moonville was nothing but ruins now; the railroad was long gone, and the tunnel had fallen into disrepair, but the Lavender Lady still wandered the forest, surprising hikers and scaring thrill-seekers.
The Lady’s real name was Henrietta Austin, and while her body was found amid the flowers for which she was nicknamed, the evidence suggested foul play, covered up by the train accident story. Since the culprit was long dead, I couldn’t give Henrietta justice, but I might be able to give her peace.
But first, she would try her best to kill me.
Henrietta’s ghost hurled herself against the salt circle’s iridescent barrier, angry at fate and desperate to take it out on someone. Her corpse-pale face, marred by fury and decomposition, pressed against the scrim, and a terrible screech threatened to make my ears bleed.
“Depart from here, Henrietta Austin, and trouble the living no more,” I commanded. “Your time is long past, and your killer is dead. Let go and move on.”
The fire flared around the old rail spike, and I could see Henrietta’s spirit fading. The accelerant I’d poured on the metal stake wouldn’t melt iron, but I took the chance that flames would burn away enough of the coating to drive her off. Then I could pull the stake out of the ground, put it in the lead and iron box I’d brought, and make sure Henrietta never bothered anyone again.
Henrietta gave one last blood-curdling scream and vanished. I wasn’t foolish enough to believe her energy had dissipated that quickly after haunting these woods for a century, but perhaps she needed to recharge before attacking again.
By that time, I intended to have her anchor—the spike—out of her reach forever.
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The room was bigger than I expected. To my right,
about ten elves sat at a large oak table littered with bronze mugs. The booth
had custom seats on three sides attached to the hunter-green walls, plus a few
chairs at the fourth end. They drank and chatted, not even noticing me for the
first minute I stood watching them after shutting the door. I took a few steps
closer, debating what to do. This was going to be awkward with such a large
audience.
“Darrow!” I said just loud enough to reach over all
the other voices.
It quieted to a murmur, and nearly everyone turned to
look at me.
A man with familiar brown and black hair that he’d
tied at the nape of his neck had his face buried in a female elf’s ample chest.
He lifted his head without turning, keeping his eyes on the woman.
“Who is asking?”
Here goes nothing, I thought, and
lowered my hood to reveal my blonde hair. “Aella from Therress.”
The room went from quiet to deathly still.
He stiffened and turned to face me. It was all I could
do to keep from gasping. He was unlike any other man I’d seen before, with
startlingly good looks that should have been criminal. His slate-gray eyes
stared at me as if he could penetrate my soul. He had firm, high cheekbones and
a strong jaw that might as well have been carved from stone.
His skin was a light sand color, telling me he saw a
decent amount of sun, but I couldn’t recognize the shade as common anywhere. At
best guess, that was because he was half-light elf and half dark elf. He had a
muscular build with broad shoulders. I was certain that even without his
powers, he could knock down almost any opponent with a hard punch. The man was
even larger than I’d estimated on the battlefield. I’d never seen a more
beautifully lethal elf, which made me wish to the nameless ones he wasn’t my
enemy. Recalling the memory of my father’s fire-scorched body, burned by
Darrow’s sire, helped me put this deadly man into perspective.
“Aella?” he asked, lifting an arched brow. “The same
half-elf who sent me flying off my horse last week?”
Oh, good. I left an impression on him. “Yes.”
Darrow lifted a hand, and the next thing I knew, my
back slammed against the wall behind me. The air whooshed from my lungs. I had
expected an adverse reaction from him, but not exactly this. It was all I could
do to keep from trembling.
“Hmm, you’re prettier than I expected. It was
difficult to tell from a distance.”
I narrowed my eyes. “What does that have to do with
anything?”
“It’s the only reason I haven’t broken your slender
neck already. What are you doing here?” Darrow asked, arching a dark brow.
I swallowed. He had me plastered against the wall so I
couldn’t move, but he’d applied just the right amount of pressure so I could
still breathe and speak. It wasn’t as bad as him gagging me with my hair the
other day. That was at least something. Maybe he was going to do me the
courtesy of asking questions first, as I’d hoped.
“I need to request a favor from you,” I said, keeping
my gaze on his.
Laughter burst from everyone at the table.
Darrow’s eyes danced with merriment. “Did I rattle
your brain a little too hard?”
Wonderful. The half-dark elf had a sense of humor.
“Would I come into your territory alone at night and
announce myself to a room full of enemies—some of them powerful killers—if I
didn’t have an extremely good reason?” I asked, surprising myself with my
courage to speak to him in such a way. Why couldn’t I be that bold with anyone
else?
He appeared to mull that over momentarily and then
gestured at several elves across the table. “Go check outside and make sure she
didn’t bring company. Considering her special talents, it’s possible. If
there’s no one suspicious out there, stay on guard for now.”
Four elves rushed from the room, each glaring at me as
they passed. I’d ruined their fun night. Darrow ordered the others to leave,
except one female sitting at the table's far end. Based on her matching hair,
skin, and eyes, I assumed the woman was his twin sister, Faina. She was rumored
to be a formidable warrior and close to her brother, but that was all I knew
about her.
“I didn’t come here to fight you,” I said, annoyed by
my awkward position. “Or become a wall ornament.”
Darrow rose from the table and sauntered toward me
with lethal grace. I was tall at 5’10”, but he had to be half a foot taller. He
stopped just before me. It was all I could do to keep my breath steady as his
close presence threatened to overwhelm my senses. I had to remind myself of all
my family members that his side had killed—their faces swimming before my
mind’s eyes. We were enemies, and that would never change.
He brushed a stray hair from my face, almost like a
lover would do, but I knew he was playing with me. “Imagine the notoriety I
could claim if I made you a permanent fixture on this wall. Your head would
look lovely here.”
Wednesday, August 13, 2025
Dargo - Eco-Hero! The Classic Tale by Karina McRoberts
Here’s a Spirit
Transference Spell (for Entrance to the First World)
For this spell to work, you must not be in
pain. You must not be under the
influence of any mind-altering substance. You should be well rested. Fed but not overfed. In other words, you need to be feeling well
in yourself. That can be hard, but it’s
important to wait for the right time. If
you are someone with chronic illness, you should still be able to achieve this
spell — you know when you’re at your strongest and most peaceful. Try it then.
The important thing to keep in mind is belief — believe that it will
work. I can assure you it does.
Find a quiet place where you will be safe. Be as
surrounded by nature as you can. Again
this might be difficult, but worth pursuing, because once you achieve this
spell, your life will never be the same.
Sit quietly in your place. It’s a
bit like meditation, but you need to maintain sharp focus. Empty your mind of extraneous thoughts. Breathe. Relax, then concentrate.
Now, focus on something you see — the wind, a bird, a tree…
Stare at it and listen to it, intently. (If you are unsighted, it’s
possible to connect through sound. )Stay with it for a bit.
If all goes well, you will move into it.
You will sense your being “transferred” to the life you focus upon. In my experience, you do no harm to your
‘’host’ or yourself. You are still you and the creature is still the
creature. You are just sharing.
Gently remove your focus and return to you.
Don’t forget to thank the animal or plant you’ve visited.
You will be astounded and energized by the experience!
Note, it is even possible to ‘become’ an inanimate creation — such as a
rock or water.
I am speaking of the First World — that not created by humanity. That which was here before us.
Therefore, I do not recommend trying this with people or things made by
people. Too complicated and unpure. Could be extremely dangerous.
Apart from being very enjoyable, you will feel the benefit physically,
mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.
The Power of the Spirit of Nature is now a part of you and you are part
of it!
Thanks for reading. Happy to
answer any questions.
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Reviewed by Natalie Soine for Readers’ Favorite:
Dargo, Eco Hero! by Karina McRoberts is by far one of the best and most unique books I have ever read, with a vitally important message.
Reviewed by Thomas Anderson for Literary Titan:
Dargo, Eco Hero! by Karina McRoberts gives me the best kind of Wizard of Oz vibes. The author has nailed the same type of warmth as L. Frank Baum but puts her own unique spin on main character Dargo and his band of merry cohorts. I was especially impressed with the mixture of personification and metaphors found throughout the writing. The imagery she creates leaves readers breathless at times. Her writing is timely and gives voice to the environment in a way no other writer I have seen has been able to do.
Excerpt:
She threw Dargo more scowls and turned to go, when she was met by the office alpha male; he of the hot and handsome variety.
"There you are, Lucinda,” the man said; his baritone deeper than the Grand Canyon. "C'mon, let's get back to work on this layout."
Her frown did a rapid 180. "Give me a minute, Jake. I'll be right back."
Jake leaned languidly on Dargo's cubicle wall, staring after Lucinda as she made her way to the ladies' room.
"Hi, Jake," Dargo greeted brightly.
Startled, Jake turned around. His face cinched as he took in the Mad poster, now complete with tear.
"You need some new décor, pal."
"Guess so," Dargo replied weakly, not catching the ridicule in Jake’s tone; Dargo was most unhappy about the damage to his cherished Alfred E Neuman poster.
"What's your name again?"
"Dargo."
"Oh yeah. How could I forget? Hey, why weren't you with the guys last night at paintball?"
"Well, I had something to do. But thanks for inviting me."
"I don't think we'll bother anymore. You never come. Just as well. You'd probably get wiped out pronto."
"Really?"
God, this guy is a dweeb, Jake mused. Aloud, he replied, "It's supposed to be a challenge, you know? Real man's stuff." Jake inhaled deeply, his fine physique expanding.
"OK, I'm back," Lucinda said cheerily. She had very obviously 'freshened' her makeup. "I'm ready."
Jake whispered something in Lucinda's ear. Her face reddened to match her lipstick, then she sauntered back to her cubicle; Mister 'tall, dark, and extremely handsome' in tow.