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1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien 3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling- read 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee- read 6 The Bible- read 7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte- read 8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens 11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott- read 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk 18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger 19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger- read 20 Middlemarch - George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell- read 22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald 23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens 24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams 26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh 27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll- read 30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis- read 34 Emma - Jane Austen 35 Persuasion - Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - C.S. Lewis- read 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne- read 41 Animal Farm - George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown- read 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving 45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy. 48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding-read 50 Atonement - Ian McEwan 51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel 52 Dune - Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth. 56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens- read 58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck- read 62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens 72 Dracula - Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses - James Joyce 76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal - Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession - AS Byatt. 81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens-Read 82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell 83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White- Read 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery -Read 93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks 94 Watership Down - Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl- Read 100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
Title: Positive Torture
Prompt: XX - Judgement
Card Meaning: Judgement is a major arcana carding indicating the unexpected and a change of habit or condition. Often it signifies aceptance, reconiliation or resolution. It can be a card of rebirth, reawakening or even Divinity. In some cases it requires seeking forgiveness.
Word Count: 1,305
Characters: @RoqueBlackwood, @Tammyjo__, @NightChillsBD, @MenaGrazie, Kali
Summary: Never push a witch who is willing to curse you, even if you’re a demon.
Everyone thinks curses have to be bad things and that only evil witches cast them. They don’t.
Sometimes curses can be as simple as just returning or reflecting what a person has done. The old chickens coming home to roost cliche is, in fact, a very effective and popular curse for most people. This is justice to many, especially when other forms of justice are denied.
Where these curses fall apart is when the person being cursed enjoys being on the receiving end of what they do to others. In those cases, a typical curse becomes more like a blessing. It stands to reason, therefore, that what the rest of the world might consider a blessing is a curse to such people. The really good news is that even though the intent of the spell is to harm it’s manifestation is something most witches have no problems enduring should it come back to them. Which is why Mena had no qualms about what she was planning as she slipped out of the house and into the night.
She cast her Circle quickly, her Magick flowing easily along the familiar paths. Tonight she called upon Kali Ma, the dark mother of Karma, to lend her power to the laying low of one who had endangered a woman and worse yet, a babe in arms. Just the thought of anyone threatening Ryder ignited a firey rage in her and she wasn’t even formally his godmother yet.
Mena took deep calming breaths, channeling the power from her anger into the protections she had laid around TJ and Ryder when they had stopped by to drop off the clothes from TJ’s kidnapping. Fortunately, TJ hadn’t burned them. After careful examination, Mena had found a few errant hairs and threads that would allow her to target her curse.
After calling the corners, Mena made her offering of blood mixed with red wine and blackberries in a black goblet and invoked Kali using a simple Hindu mantra:
"Om Hrim Shreem Klim Adya Kalika Param Eshwari Swaha" (Om Hreem Shreem Kleem Ahd-yah Kah-lee-kah Pah-rahm Ehsh-wah-ree Swah-hah) which means Om and salutations to She who is the first one, dark within her own reality, the supreme primordial feminine, who cuts through illusion to the unabridged truth of existence.
The night whipped around her. Kali wasn’t pleased to be called during the waxing moon. Mena bowed her head, closing her eyes and let her memories and knowledge of the situation go. The wind caught them up, carrying them to the goddess like pages and pictures torn from a book. Mena’s head pounded even as the night wind beat her, pummeling her to her knees.
Suddenly it all stopped.
Mena didn’t move.
"The Striba is not the one responsible," Kali noted.
"No, he was just the hand that acted," Mena agreed. She didn’t bother to wonder how the goddess knew what she wanted. Her intent was probably written on her soul, certainly it was plain on her face.
"Why curse him then?" the night demanded.
"Because the attack was against me, but done through another. So my response will be."
"There is a symmetry to it," Kali allowed. "It will not free you from the demon."
"No," Mena sighed. "Little short of death will. That is the price I pay for healing Roque and keeping his magick in the world. I accept that. This is not about that. It is about threatening someone uninvolved in the situation to force me to pay a debt he was not owed. There was no binding deal."
Mena felt Kali’s eyes scouring her. Her shields screamed to be raised beneath the scrutiny. Holding them down was hard.
"Why do this?" Kali asked just when Mena thought she might lose control of her shields.
"He pushed too far."
Kali waited, silent.
"If I do not push back now, he will continue pushing until I can’t push back," Mena said, trying not to wince. "Those I…care for will always be targets. I cannot change that. All I can do is make sure that those who might consider targeting them understand the price they pay for doing so is VERY high."
"A curse, any curse, takes you a step closer to your demon," Kali observed.
"That is the price I pay," Mena agreed. "If it keeps Ryder safe, I do not grudge it."
"He is not your child."
"It doesn’t matter. I will not have him, or his parents, or any of my friends used this way."
"You gave a friend to the demon to free the mother," Kali reminded her.
Mena winced. “I did, and he will pay for that, too, someday.”
"But not tonight?" Kali sounded…curious.
"No," Mena said firmly. "Tonight is a public object lesson demonstrating that I can affect demons and that Roque does not or cannot protect his minions."
"What would you have me do?" Kali’s voice held a gleeful, almost bloodthirsty note.
Mena smiled a cruel little smile. “Lend me your power as I call upon the Striba’s blood. I want it to sing in his veins, pulsing, pounding, flowing through him with such power it cannot be ignored to the tune I decree.”
Silence fell as Kali weighed the request. After what felt like hours, Mena felt the goddess’ agree. Power washed over her, forcing her head up and back, exposing her throat. The tinny taste of fear filled Mean’s mouth.
"Sing for me, witch and you might live long enough for the Striba or your demon to come after you," the night whispered.
"Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,
Brown paper packages tied up with strings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
"Cream colored ponies and crisp apple struedels,
Doorbells and sleighbells and schnitzel with noodles,
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.
"Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
Silver white winters that melt into spring,
These are a few of my favorite things!”
With each line Mena project not just loving feelings but empathy, compassion, appreciation and joy. She let the positive energy and magick of the song fill her then freely gave away all the pleasure it gave. Laughter bubbled from her lips and even Kali joined in, her laugh ringing like bells through the night. Everything was right in the world. For one brief shining moment, Mena was one with the Universe, accepted, content, loved. That was what she gave the Striba, filling his soul with love and peace.
As curses went, it wouldn’t last long, just until the full moon. And it wasn’t continuous. He would just get flashes of it, now and again, though the song would stick in his head. Mena giggled at the image of a Were humming or whistling or singing Julie Andrews.
"As I have spoke, so mote it be, by the power of three times three," Mena chanted, sealing the spell and casting it free. It flew like and arrow through the starlit sky, striking the Striba and filling his veins. Mena smiled, satisfied.
"You have an interesting sense of Judgement and Justice, Witch," Kali said. Mena thought she heard a smile in the goddess’ voice.
"There’s a reason people say happiness is the best revenge," Mena smiled. "Thank you for helping me, for lending your presence and power to the spell."
"I protect women," Kali intoned, fading into the night. "That includes you."
Mena gasped as colors exploded behind her eyelids. Kali’s blessings showered down on her like sparks from the stars, as Mena crumpled to the ground in a dead faint, spilling the contents of the goblet into the ground.