DOING THE BABA YAGA by Sam Cheever
A thousand years without love
can make a witch do the strangest
Elan Gibbs needs to save the woman he loves from servitude to a witch named
Baba Yaga. Lisbeth needs to prove that Elan Gibbs loves her before she'll give
her heart away to him. But a price has to be paid for their needs. And it seems
that Elan will be the one to pay it.
Can his love for Lisbeth withstand the
payment? Or will he fall under the spell of a sexy witch, who only wants true
love to warm her endless life?
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“You have only a hundred years left.”
Baba Yaga lifted her gaze to the god Perun, who sat in her favorite chair in
front of the window, his fat belly straining the golden belt at his thick waist.
“I don’t even care,” she told him.
Perun frowned, shocked by her
response. “How can you not care, Baba? You will die soon if you do not stop
offering boons to these human cattle.”
She turned away, staring through
the window. The trees beyond the sparkling glass were green, vibrant with life,
and birds sang high in their branches. “I hunger for love.” The admission was
like bile in her throat, burning her with its truth.
The god scoffed.
“You must come to Pirin. I will throw a party under the sacred tree for you. You
can mate with one of my princes and live forever among the trees.”
Yaga closed her eyes, despair sliding through her. “I wish to find true love,
not a pale mating based on expediency.”
“You reach for the stars when a
bright light will serve, Baba.” Perun stood, striding toward her. He placed his
hands on her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Come. It saddens me to
see you thusly. Let us return to Pirin and I will make you smile.”
shook her head. “If I cannot find true love I would rather die.”
sighed. “Very well. I wish you well on your search. Though I hold out little
hope for your success. What mortal man would wish to tie himself to one such as
With his well meant but cruel words, the Slavic god speared Baba
Yaga through the heart, deepening her despair to a nearly incapacitating state.
“I will find my true love, God of War. Do not doubt me,” she murmured.
Perun transformed into the Eagle and flew from Baba’s lonely cabin in the woods,
she sighed, praying her words would not be sprayed like acid back in her
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