Magic Potions and the Merman’s Lure (THE DURMONT WITCHES #3) by SJ Sanders EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Keri
I glower at the bowl in front of me. This is the worst time for
intuition block. It is even worse when you come from a family that excels at
divination. Me, the best I can do is a bit of water scrying when the gods
deign to show something to me. Even still, it is not as strong. I get the
barest glimpse of things. I am just not a diviner. I am the family
disappointment. Generations of diviners and I, the eldest daughter, am a
rotten diviner.
I blow a strand of hair out of my face with a weary sigh. The pale
strands, undeterred, just settle back in front of my eyes, mocking my
inability to focus. I can try to blame my lack of concentration on the
diabolical strands, but even I don’t buy that. I stare down into the dark
water of the bowl, watching the play of light from the seven candles lit
around it. Images tease the corners of my vision, but nothing comes in
clearly and they’re gone just as quickly.
“Come on, Keri, you aren’t focusing,” Adiele sighs.
“I am trying, Adiele. This just isn’t working. I think we just need to face
it—I am not a diviner.”
“Nonsense,” she says, lifting her narrow face proudly in a rather
impressive imitation of my mother, especially as she never met her. “There
has never been a Thane-Durmont born who is not a diviner. It’s in your
blood. It’s who you are.”
I sigh and prop my chin on my hand. “Sure, that is what they say.”
Adiele bites her bottom lip as she regards me. “You do seem to struggle
a bit more than any diviner I’ve trained—and it’s not due to any lack of
power. Anyone can sense that you have plenty. You just aren’t… getting it.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” I rub my head with my fingertips wearily. “My
family thinks I’m just not focusing enough and lack discipline. But, damn,
I’m so tired of working and failing repeatedly.”
She peers at me intently over the rim of her mug, but not without
sympathy. “Maybe…it could be that you just don’t possess the talent for
divination that your family assumed you would have. It happens, especially
in older lineages. Perhaps it is time to accept that and find something else to
focus your studies on,” she hesitantly offers.
She looks over at me helplessly and sinks down into her chair with
defeat. “I’m sorry. I feel like I failed you. I was so sure that, with your
family history, I could help you.”
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