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Tuesday, October 01, 2024

She Talks To Eagles by Maggie Blackbird

He’s shocked that the beautiful girl in the picture is alive…

She Talks to Eagles

by Maggie Blackbird

Genre: Paranormal Time-Travel Romance

He’s shocked that the beautiful girl in the picture is alive…

Maybe the stories of the notorious Route 66 are true. Road trips don’t result in encountering ghosts, but they do for Collin Bird. When he spies a beautiful girl hitchhiking during a thunderstorm, he can’t believe his eyes. It’s Rosemary, a young woman from his Ojibway community who went missing over forty years ago.

Rosemary Kakeway is dead. Her only hope to reach the spirit world is Collin. Before departing to the place of her ancestors, she seeks vengeance against her killers, and Collin is the man to help her do just that.

A ride with Rosemary through pea-soup fog brings Collin to 1977, where he meets a very much alive nineteen-year-old Rosemary. The bold and wild girl is nothing like he imagined her to be as she introduces him to a time he embraces. Knowing they are meant to be together, neither wishes to say goodbye, but that’s up to Rosemary’s spirit in the twenty-first century to decide.

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Just as Collin set his fingers on the volume button, the corner of his eye caught the slim silhouette in his right headlight. Someone was out on the road in this mess? A woman?

He let his foot off the gas and downshifted, casting his gaze to the rearview mirror, but only his red taillights appeared.

With the windshield wipers continuing to zoom back and forth, he guided the car to the shoulder, shifted the stick to neutral, and engaged the emergency brake.

A shiver bumped down his spine. He tried to shake off the eeriness crawling along his skin. It wasn’t like a serial killer would lurk about on a stormy night. Way too cliché, something straight out of a horror movie.

He threw open the door and eased from the car, shouting, “Hello?”

The rain pelted his face, so he drew up the hood to his hoodie. Cupping both hands around his mouth, he again shouted, “Hello?”

Insane. There was nobody out here drowning in the rain. He got back inside the vehicle. What he saw… The eeriness on his skin intensified, and his heart boomed louder than the crackling thunder. How could this be? She was missing. Most likely dead. But there she sat in the passenger seat—Rosemary Kakeway, his best friend’s great aunt.

An Ojibway from Northwestern Ontario, Maggie resides in the country with her husband and their fur babies, two beautiful Alaskan Malamutes. When she’s not writing, she can be found pulling weeds in the flower beds, mowing the huge lawn, walking the Mals deep in the bush, teeing up a ball at the golf course, fishing in the boat for walleye, or sitting on the deck at her sister’s house, making more wonderful memories with the people she loves most.

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