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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

Missy Cath walked back to the center stage with a broad smile on her face. I could tell that she has that mask on right now that she shows only when she needs to. Performing, acting, modeling, framing up innocent people to burn just so she could get what she wants – that smile was plastered on her face.

"What are you trying to do, Lizzie?" Ali asked beside me.

She must have sensed that I was trying to do something out of our initial plans. Her brows shot up with curiosity, but I could also notice that there was a bit of worry in it too. Ali knew how I turned wild when I read of that article back then when she followed me.

"Don't worry, ice punk princess," I winked at her. "This won't be anything that could drastically change what we had planned beforehand."

"Did you just call me an ice punk princess?" she chuckled.

"Ali, you seemingly don't get cold even at night with just a tank top on," I added, "You are an ice punk princess to me."

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