The Secret Circle

Dedicated to L.J. Smith's The Secret Circle Trilogy

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“Passion,” Faye said throatily, smiling her old, slow smile around the group as she dripped wax on the road and stuck the candle in it.  “All right: beauty,” Suzan said.  “Courage,” she said, clearly and distinctly, tilting the candle so a transparent stream of yellow wax ran onto the road.  “Wisdom,” said Melanie, her cool gray eyes steady as she lit the wick.  “Inspiration,” she said. “That’s good; compassion.” Laurel lit the purple candle.  “Purity,” she said simply, lighting the white candle with a match and reaching into the circle of candles to place it in the center.

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“Passion, beauty, courage, wisdom, inspiration, compassion, and purity,” Laurel ticked off, pointing to the candles that represented each. “Let us all …” Diana prompted, nudging Faye. “Let us all have all of them,” Faye said. “Earth, Water, Fire, Air, witness. Not that we don’t have them already,” she added, regarding the glowing circle with a satisfied smile. Laurel’s eyes twinkled at Cassie from across the flames and Cassie let her own eyes twinkle back. 

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Sean is Eve Dulaney’s son and is best described as short and slinking. He tends to fade into the background for the most part. He often reminds the girls of an attention starved puppy. He wears a belt buckle with his name carved in it. Sean is certainly nice enough and is quite fond of all the Club girls but his nervous and skittish nature makes it easy to overlook him. He is very high strung and has a habit of biting his nails. Sean lives at Number 11 Crowhaven Road.

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She wasn’t even thinking about why—she guessed she wanted to see the neighborhood. Her steps took her down the long, narrow country road, past house after house. It was so early, no one else was outside. And eventually she ended up at the pretty yellow house with the towers.

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Cassie seldom thought about her father. She seldom allowed herself to. He’d gone away when she was only a little girl, left her mother and her alone to take care of themselves. Cassie’s mother told people he had died, but to Cassie she admitted the truth: he’d simply left. Maybe he was dead by now, or maybe he was somewhere else, with another family, another daughter. She and her mother would never know. And although her mother never spoke about him unless someone asked, Cassie knew that he’d broken her mother’s heart.

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Back home, Clover had said once that Cassie was like a unicorn herself: blue eyed, shy, and different from everyone else.

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The only daughter of David and Melissa Quincey Laurel is a sweet girl with brown eyes and long light brown hair. She has a slender figure and a pretty pixie shaped face. Laurel works best with plants and Earth. Purple is her favorite color and she often wears Amethyst jewelry. One of the few juniors in The Club Laurel despises junky processed foods and favors natural whole foods. Laurel lives at Number 5 Crowhaven Road with her Granny Quincey

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It was like a bedroom setting in a museum. There was a four-poster bed with hangings cascading from the head and foot and a canopy, all made of the same dusty-rose flowered fabric. There were chairs with high carved backs upholstered in a matching rose damask. On a fireplace with a high mantel rested a pewter candlestick and a china clock, and there were several pieces of massive, richly glowing furniture. The whole thing was beautiful, but so grand…

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Cassie felt the knot in her stomach loosen. Any town with a dancing pancake couldn’t be all bad, could it?

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Faye: red cinnamon candle for passion

Suzan: orange peaches candle for beauty

Deborah: yellow lemon candle for courage

Melanie: green pine candle for wisdom

Cassie: blue bayberry candle for inspiration

Laurel: purple hyacinth candle for compassion

Diana: white vanilla candle for purity

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November 30~Festival of Hecate Trivia (The night of the crossroads)

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Green. That’s what Cassie noticed on the drive north from the Cape. There was a forest growing on either side of the highway. In California you had to go to a national park to see trees this tall…

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And then he did something that shocked Cassie more than anything else had during that whole shocking day. He lifted her wounded hand to his lips and kissed it. It was the gentlest, the lightest of touches, and it went through Cassie like fire. She stared at him, dazed and unbelieving, utterly speechless. She could neither move nor think; she could only stand there and feel.

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Different, she thought again; he was different from any guy she’d ever known. A sweet hot current was running through her, a feeling of wildness and possibility

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He was so close to her; she could see his eyes, the same color as the crystal, and she could feel his breath on her skin and the warmth of his body reflecting the sun’s heat. His hair wasn’t just red, but all sorts of colors, some strands so dark they were almost purple, others like burgundy wine, others gold.

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Unlike her mother Grace Armstrong, Deborah is full of courage, life and energy. She’s a full blown biker chick with a trim and athletic body, long dark wavy hair, and a pretty and very feminine face. She favors leather, biker boots and midriff tops. She rarely goes without wearing a Citrine crystal to boost her energy and vibrancy. She is Faye Chamberlain’s best friend and Nick Armstrong’s cousin. Deborah prefers hanging out with the guys, playing cards and drinking in the boiler room of the school over dancing and romancing in the school gym. Deborah wears her Club membership symbol in the form of a tattoo on her collar bone. Deborah is both tough and intelligent and usually has a belligerent, sullen expression on her face

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“This is chalcedony. It’s a—good-luck piece. If you’re ever in trouble or danger or anything like that, if there’s ever a time when you feel all alone and no one else can help you, hold on to it tight—tight"—his fingers squeezed hers—"and think of me.”

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But what he pulled out of his pocket was a stone, a rock like something you might pick up on the ocean floor. At least that was what it looked like at first. One side was rough and gray, embedded with tiny black spirals like little shells. But then he turned it over, and the other side was gray swirled with pale blue, crystallized, sparkling in the sunlight as if it were overlaid with rock candy. It was beautiful.