Meet the Willow Creek Coven: Cassie
Welcome to the Meet the Willow Creek Coven Series!
Today’s featured character is Cassandra “Cassie” Gearhart, one of the MCs in Tangled Roots, the first book in the Witches of Willow Creek: Tangled Magic Series.
In this ongoing series, we’ll meet the main characters (MCs) of each book in the series (each book features a different couple and follows them on their leg of the coven’s journey). There will also be a little something extra included in each post.
Let’s meet Cassie Gearhart—air witch and accidental time-traveler!
Hi, I’m Cassie!
I was born with magic in my veins, but it took a while to find a place where I was accepted and could use my magic freely. Growing up, I was told my magic was a curse, a temptation and to keep it locked away. My older brother, Nathan, acted as my parent’s enforcer, making sure I didn’t stray and use my magic.
When I was eighteen, I hopped a bus right after my high school graduation, bound for New York City. I figured it would be easy to blend into the crowd—even for a witch like me.
But fate had other plans.
The bus broke down in Willow Creek, Virginia, and I was quickly befriended by the high priestess of the Willow Creek Coven, Ginny Saunders.
The coven took me in and made me feel like, at long last, I’d found my true family.
All of that, of course, was in 1974. When I learned my brother, Nathan, was on his way to Willow Creek to take me home—and away from my magic—I cast a spell, asking the Guardian of Willow Creek’s magic to shield me.
She granted my wish. At a price.
She hid me from my brother—by trapping my spirit in an oak tree for nearly fifty years. When I woke up, it was the 21st century. And the farmhouse once occupied by my high priestess now belonged to her grandson, Nick.
Nick has powerful magic, but he fears using it. His entire coven is missing, and he blames magic for their loss. Also, the guy is gorgeous—the kind of gorgeous that makes a girl weak in the knees.
Our destinies are entangled now. So, here I am, a girl from the 1970s, learning how to use a cell phone and the internet!
Cassie’s Air Magic, in her own words:
I moved the feather up, down, diagonal, forming the shape of a pentacle in the air.
“Bless this space, element of air.” I felt, not saw, the moment the sylph arrived—for air was my element, my magic. A witch could work with any elemental magic, of course, but she—or he—always had a close affinity for one. Air was mine.
The sylph hovered behind me, the beat of her wings stirring the air, but she didn’t show herself. “Caution, lovely witch. There are silver wisps of magic stirring around you this night. What you work brings deep change. Tread lightly.”
Magic tingled across my skin like falling glitter, and then I felt her retreat.
Riddles. Elementals, when they spoke at all to mere mortals, always spoke in riddles.
