The Council (The Witch’s Ambitions Trilogy Book 1)
Best Book Bit:
At the bottom of the shallow dip rests a large rock similar to the one in Aens. I slide down the side of the dried hole, and make my way to the rock. I run my fingers against it, watching a spark of white light glow before I blow the hair out of my face and lean against the rock, reveling in the rest on my painful leg. I wish I would’ve had the willpower to wait to finish off Lazarus’ herbs…or I would’ve been brave enough to ask for more before we left Alchemy.
You’re being watched, Hyacinth warns.
My eyes shoot open at the sound of her voice and a surge of my energy blasts into the air around me. When I look up, I see a girl with short hair staring at me from a little way away. Half-hidden in the shadow of a red house, she’s almost hard to see.
Does she know I’m watching her? I ask Hyacinth.
No response. I stretch, feeling uncomfortable under her glare. It doesn’t seem to matter if I notice her or not; she’s not backing down—just as Crowe had predicted. I consider blasting her with my powers to see how she’ll react. I blink, and when I open my eyes again, she’s gone.
“Hey there, beautiful, you look a little down,” a voice says suddenly, and all thoughts of the girl leave my mind.
I jump at the sound of his voice, holding a hand over my heart as I whip around to see the person responsible. A male with an elliptical face, small brown eyes, and a hardened jawline looks back at me. He looks to be easily thirty-five and that thought sends chills down my spine—being eighteen years old, I can almost be his daughter.
“I-I uh…I’m okay,” I stutter, looking away to the door Quinn had disappeared through, waiting eagerly for him to emerge.
Well, it’s a shame to see you all alone,” he says, stalking around the stone to grip my hand. He plants his lips to the skin much the way Kieran had done in Aquais, and I rip my hand away from his as I stagger backward a few steps, hand lifted as I prepare to strike him with whatever power comes to me first whether it’s telekinetic or pyrokinetic.
“Look, you’re coming on really strong, and I’m about ready to hex your ass into oblivion if you don’t back off,” I snarl, not caring that I’m openly threatening a civilian.
He grins and takes a step backward, palms raised defensively, and I notice the limp as he says, “Fiery, huh? Just like Ivy. Look like her too.”
I’m uncertain how to act in that moment. All I know is that I want him to go far, far away…even if I have to blast him there myself. “Look, I don’t—”
“Is everybody okay?” Dawn’s voice calls out from behind me.
I look up at her and she grasps my elbow gently, pulling me from the battle stance I had unconsciously taken as she looks between me and the man with her shoulders steeled.
I swallow roughly and stand from my crouched position as I look into her eyes and reply, “No…th-that guy.” I glance at him.
“What happened?” Dawn urges.
“What’s going on?” Quinn’s voice echoes as he finally emerges from the house. He begins to pull me away from the scene, helping me back up the slope of dirt with Dawn at his side.
“Him! That guy,” I growl, gazing over my shoulder to see the man leaning against the rock. He catches my gaze and winks, not the least bit ashamed of himself. I shudder and turn back to Quinn. “He’s a pig, and I was about to cook him.”
“Ugh, I know,” Dawn scoffs. By the haunted look in her eyes, I assume she’s had similar experiences.
“That’s Larc Dupree,” Quinn says with a grimace. “Coven drunk, huge creep.”
“No, I got that part,” I shiver again as his words run through my mind. I wonder if I can have him executed for regarding me in that manner.
You can’t execute someone for being disgusting, Hyacinth reminds me. Unfortunately.
The understanding of the plight arises a good while after the midpoint of the book, yet it doesn’t obstruct with the plot progress.
An Unequipped girl, Lillith, is in fact a powerful even if untrained witch; her birth a puzzle the book applies to unravel.
The Council has magic and power, but enemies as well-the elementals.
The dispute over the continuity of the Treaty, which set up the five covens, seems to be the core of the story. Lilith is related to the mystery, but the book concludes without getting through it in details. As the first book of a trilogy, The Council is competent-sets up the scene, introduces the characters, their skills and the drive to their actions.
The events are entertaining; the descriptions are short, only sufficient to support the reader into the narrative.
The cliffhanger is frustrating and intelligent enough to force you to the subsequent volume.