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In the spring of 1692, Lizzie burned at the stake.

Reincarnated in the 21st century, she finds herself riding a pick-up truck off to a music festival with the reincarnation of the girls that burned with her. And the driver? William, the lover that left her without an explanation.

William’s charm in this lifetime is as irresistible as it used to be and she can't deny the longing she feels. To find peace and happiness, she was tasked by a quirky deity to avenge herself and the other ‘witches’ from the people that wronged them. But how was she going to find out who were the ones that wronged the other girls?

In her quest for justice, Lizzie will discover the best (and worst) of both worlds of the colonial era and the 21st century as she goes back and forth into her dreams, visions, and reality.

Will she succeed with her revenge and find happiness too?

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DRAMATIC EXCERPT:
"Lizzie, please don't forget that I love you." Will said as he clutched his shirt near his chest. "I never stopped loving you Elizabeth Ainsworth." He took a step forward to reach out for me and I shielded myself with my hands.

"Don't come near me, you filthy bastard!" I screamed at him, enraged with his lies. I closed my eyes as I stepped backwards and held back my tears. "You did nothing to defend me from your father!"

"No Lizzie, I did what I could. I -" his voice faded and I was left in the parking lot, dazed and my arms crossed as if to shield myself from his advance.

When I blinked, William vanished and Bash came back into sight. He gave me a questioning look and asked, "Ummm.. What are you doing Lizzie?"

My eyes darted from Bash's head to toe and he gave a nervous laugh at my reaction. I breathed short and heavy gasps and my sweat went cold.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." He said.

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Revenge of the Reincarnated Witch

Bash ran off towards the nearest spot that we could hide. He didn't respond to my questions where the others were. The man was too concentrated on making a run for our lives as the hails continued to fall down. They weren't that much big, perhaps pea sized, but it kept on raining and too much of it will definitely end up with ugly bruises.

The tremors from earlier stopped, and now only the hailstorm and sudden snow was the problem. We finally were able to take shelter on a nearby abandoned stall. Bash put me down and then pulled me in a tight hug, as a couple rushed in the stall for shelter too.

"Hey, where are the others Bash? I thought Becky and Ali were with you boys?" I asked him.

Bash's eyes were focused outside, his face somehow incredulous with the sudden weird changes in the weather. I tapped on to his shoulder, but he still didn't give me his attention. Tapping harder, he finally whipped his head to face me with a raised brow as he asked, "What?"

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