All Hallows’ Satyr
The Cursed Satyroi, Book Five
Rebekah Lewis
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Epilogue
Coming Soon
An Excerpt from A Satyr for Christmas
About the Author
Books by Rebekah Lewis
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 by Rebekah Lewis
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Dedication
This book was written during one of the most difficult years I have spent as an adult. While the world suffered under a pandemic, natural disasters, injustice, an incredibly exhausting election year, and yes, even murder hornets—and the year isn't even over yet—many, myself included, fought personal battles with themselves. There were times I didn't think this book would be finished on time. There were days I didn't think I would ever even get out of bed again. The thing 2020 did not realize though is I'm stubborn as hell, and even my own mental health is no match for how stubborn I can be sometimes.
Depression is never a walk in the park, and you never know when it will rear its ugly head. As circumstances grow dire, mental health is prone to choose those moments to fail you. It's important to remember that even as you are stumbling down a dark tunnel, lost and afraid you'll be stuck there forever, there will eventually be a way out of it. Through loved ones, through doing something you love, through cutting toxic people from your life that feed on your pain, through finding ways to get out of the house, to changing jobs. Don't let it win. Don't be afraid to talk to those who care about you. You can get through it. You WILL get through it.
This book is for you.
Persevere.
1
A witch must do what a witch must do…
Sage Graham had never quite fit in with anyone else, and a few weeks after her twenty-second birthday, the day after the sun came back from the strange anomaly that had caused the sky to go dark for, like, an entire day, she'd found out why—she had magical powers. Therefore, the obvious conclusion would be that she was a witch. Honestly, she couldn't come up with any better explanation, but it wasn't like there were a ton of self-help books on gaining supernatural abilities.
This perplexing, yet exciting, change in her very existence left Sage lost in thought. Powers were amazing, but why her? There had to be a reason, after all. No one in her family had ever had anything other than the absolutely boring and ordinary happen to them. When footsteps echoed down the hallway of the apartment, she blinked rapidly, coming back into the present and out of her jumble of thoughts. Darcy, her roommate, strode into the room, tugging her long, curly blonde hair into a high ponytail. The fullness of her locks made it puff out behind her head like the feathers on a helmet. She rolled her eyes as she turned to the television. "Why are you watching this nonsense?"
Sage hadn't been paying attention to the news program that had come on while she doodled in the margins of her spiral notebook. She was supposed to be taking notes on a chapter in her college civilizations class she attended on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Something about Ancient Greece and the Peloponnesian War. Yawn. Greek mythology she loved. Wars and politics…no thanks. She'd take the wild, romantic, though often problematic sexcapades of the gods over politics of any time period, especially the present.
"The footage caught from the helicopters was doctored." Darcy gestured wildly at the screen. "There's no such thing as giants. Where would they even live?"
Ooh, it must be an update to the recent strange events in Greece. Her attention perked up and she shot Darcy a look. "Obviously, they climb a beanstalk and go back home when no one is looking. Duh." Now that she was a witch, she didn't want to discount anything paranormal, but she had to admit giants were a pretty difficult pill to swallow.
Sage turned the volume up a bit as Darcy sat next to her on the couch. "If the footage is real, and that's a big if, we have three giants, a swarm of formerly extinct, very large snakes, and some kind of flying humanoid with horns, hooves and wings," a reporter droned on, barely concealing enthusiasm. "I'd say it was a trailer for the next poorly made-for-television monster fight movie, but the effects are actually decent for once. I'll be honest, it's really impressive work. Hell, I even want to believe it's real."
"You have to admit though," Sage said, biting into a piece of licorice and chewing before continuing her thought. Candy helped focus on homework. "What happened with the sun was strange and unexplainable. You can't be surprised that someone would try to do a large-scale hoax like this." But was it a hoax? The rational side of her brain said yes, but how crazy would it be if legit? She had abilities, so what else had yet to be discovered out there? "They did find several snakeskins large enough to belong to Titanoboa near Mount Olympus. The landscape was wrecked too."
Darcy shrugged, but offered no further debate.
Back on the television, the reporter introduced a clip of an interview with Dr. Katerina Silverton, a zoologist who'd managed to become widely-known after a
