The Crossroads Demon's Last Deal - A Healing in Ten Chapters By the Woman who lived it
The Crossroads Demon's Last Deal A Healing in Ten Chapters By a woman who lived it For Oren Samuel James Preslar. Called Sammy. Gone but never absent. --- Chapter One: The Funeral She Wasn't Invited To The crossroads at midnight is where I do my best thinking. Not because it's dramatic—though it is, a little, and I've earned the right to a little drama—but because a crossroads is honest. Four directions. No illusions. You stand in the center and you choose. Forward, back, or sideways into something new. I live at a literal crossroads. My daughter Elizabeth likes to joke that I'm a crossroads demon. She says it with love. She says it because she's watched me hold keys to doors that should have stayed locked. She's watched me carry two torches—one for light, one for fire—and walk lines that would break most people. She's not wrong. I am a Hikatian witch. I follow the crossroads. I keep my keys. I keep my torches. And I have learned, over forty-three years ...