Ally, along with her best friends Michael, Jessica, and David, hurry to Georgia to uncover the truth of Uncle Argyle's secrets, and the meaning of the mysterious marks that Ally bears. Are the marks related to the blacksmith mythology of her ancestors? Who are these heavenly warriors who show up in the oddest of places? And will an ancient gypsy curse destroy the very things Ally fights to save?
Black Amaranth: a simple flower, a symbol with an ancient legacy, a conduit for prophecy…while faith and hope are essential to the journey, Ally soon discovers that love is the most powerful force of all.
"Um…" Jessica looked back and forth between Eli and the blond boy staring at her and said, "Hmm, this is awkward. Excuse me." Jessica quickly brushed past them and darted back to sit down. "What was I doing?"
"Let's just say that you gave Brandi a run for her money," Ally said, sugar-coating the truth as Jessica slouched down further in the booth.
"Parthenia," the words were rich, alluring, "what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
Denaulda's eyes slid past Parthenia and landed directly on Ally.
Denaulda tilted her head, studying Ally through suspicious eyes. "I read the stars last night. Do you know what they told me?" Her eyes, the color of ash, rounded as she studied Ally.
Ally couldn't speak, her voice was jammed. Looking at this sorceress was unnerving. Ally just shook her head no.
"They told me Death would be coming to visit me today."
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