Back Blood Rites
Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. Canelo Crime
  67. About the Author
  68. Also by Rachel Lynch

Tonight was not a festival date, as such. There were eight in all during the year, but they liked to meet more frequently and in between festival dates – like tonight – they affirmed their beliefs and shared food, drink and love. Each meeting had a different seasonal significance, and this time of year, they gave thanks in the form of food, newly harvested after a long summer of effort, in order to placate the divine beings and secure their blessing for the coming months of harshness. The autumn equinox – expected soon – was one of the most important festivals of the year, and it preceded the most important of all: Samhain, the death of the year. For now, though, the year was still alive, and summer was still generous.

Mary brought the ceremony to a close and they broke hands. People began sharing the stories of their week and helped to prepare the seating in the outer hall for their meal. A guitar was on hand and a young man picked it up and began playing. Fred let the incense continue to burn but packed away the tools with Mary’s help. There was a healing, feminine energy in the room, he noted. He wondered if one of their group was pregnant. Two of the couples were actively trying to expand their families and he noticed that both of the women looked flushed, and one refused the mulled cider.

Fred was happy: theirs was a merry group. It was balanced and warm. Only once had he experienced a dark energy within their number. It was an unhappy memory, and one that he pushed aside. The muscles in his neck and back tightened and he took a deep breath to banish the unwelcome thoughts. All notions, he reminded himself, were mere chemical reactions, and this is what he taught his students. The chain of physical events inside the mind were designed to drive action from the brain to the body. Like animals compelled to kill and provide for their young, so humans were directed by minute responses deep within DNA passed on from species to species. But the mind was the one thing that could bend those ancient urges. Fred had seen just how powerfully the intellect could be used against the body and it was something that was as awesome as it was terrifying.