Tara A. Fuller

“I have denied my fate, turned my back on the afterlife for three hundred years to guide you, to save my son.Do not fail me, daughter.”

“They've found me. They know. Rowan, love, if you ever find this. I love you.-Alexander 1692”

“He's amazing.He's beautiful, kind and everything I never knew I always wanted. But somehow everything I know I'll ever need.”

“I almost felt embarrassed to have to ask. Alex had defied logic and time. I was lucky to have gotten past my junior year with a B+ average.”

“A lot of help she was. Weren't witches supposed to have power? If you asked me Noel seemed more like a glorified gothic librarian.”

“Your Alex.He's selfish too.He could have left you alone, but he didn't. The difference is he's always known the consequences.""And what are the consequences? What did you see?""You really should learn your history better Rowan." She slid the book across the table to me.The book was open and her finger was pointed to a list of names. I took a deep breath and began to read aloud."A list of the accused witches hung at Gallows Hill." I let my eyes wander down until they froze on one name."Alexander William Foster." The words sucked the life from me, leaving me limp and broken. My eyes met hers."What does this mean?" She pulled the book back and grabbed my hand. "It means that Alex is from a very different place. A place where is no free will.When they find out what he is, he'll hang for it, Rowan.And they will find out.It's all here. His future is our history.You can't change that." She tapped on the book as she folded the cover closed. I caught a glimpse of the title. The Salem Witch Trials.”

“The sketches in the back are not of a girl that looks like you, Rowan. They are of you. I drew them.""These are me? All of them?""Rowan, I've been drawing you since I was eight years old," he said.My eyes slowly rose to meet his after looking at the dates."How?" It was all I could say."I don't know.I've been having dreams about you for as long as I can remember. My mother always said I'd inherited some of her gifts, that these were some sort of visions,but I was hesitant to believe it until the day I saw you with your grandfather outside. Then I knew it was true.I knew I hadn't been dreaming about someone who didn't exist.I knew because I was in love with you before I ever met you.”

“How do you know all this?""Well I don't know what you people from Colorado call it, but around here we call it American History and it's mandatory for all juniors.”

“She was still dressed in her cheerleading uniform from school that day, her eyes red and rimmed with smudged mascara. She looked like a raccoon with team spirit.”