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    Chromium Cauldron: Cauldron Series, #4
    Chromium Cauldron: Cauldron Series, #4
    Chromium Cauldron: Cauldron Series, #4
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    Chromium Cauldron: Cauldron Series, #4

    By Terri Talley Venters

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    At the age of five, good witch, Beatrice Manchester, comes into her powers. Her doting, magical Grandpa reads her bedtime stories from the Book of Cauldrons, Spells, and Legends. He tells the tale of the Chromium Cauldron. While wintering in Palm Beach, Florida with her family in 1912, she meets a young merman, Prince Peter of Atlantis. Just like the story from the Book of Cauldrons, Peter presents Bea with a Chromium Cauldron. With the proper spell and potion, the cauldron allows her to breathe underwater. The sea sprites prophesize that Bea and Peter will wed on her 16th birthday. They also predict that Poseidon, angered with the humans, plans to sink the Titanic. A heart wrenching memory loss and an overprotective King of the mermaids, keeps Bea and Peter apart.

    Ten years later, in the roaring 20s, Bea's parents take her to the Biltmore Estate to mingle with the heirs of America's wealthiest tycoons—Carnegie, Astor, Hershey, Morgan, and Vanderbilt. The spellbinding, beautiful heiress is smothered by sought after suiters. But something prickles her memory, and she knows her parents are hiding something important—something significant that's supposed to happen on her 16th birthday. The Gods are angry at the humans again and plan to create the largest and strongest hurricane ever formed to annihilate the islands and the entire state of Florida, and Atlantis is directly in its path.

    From the Breakers to the Biltmore to Atlantis, Bea encounters countless magical creatures—sea sprites, mermaids, Gods, and angels. With the powerful Manchester coven, they fight the massive Hurricane. Will the Manchesters defeat Mother Nature, forced by the Gods? Will Bea's memory return? Will Bea and Peter, true loves, be reunited at last and fulfill the prophecy?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTerri Talley Venters
    Release dateJul 13, 2019
    ISBN9781393666424
    Chromium Cauldron: Cauldron Series, #4
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    Terri Talley Venters

    Terri Talley Venters, Author of Carbon Copy, Tin Roof, Silver Lining, Luke’s Lithium, Copper Cauldron, Cobalt Cauldron, Calcium Cauldron, Chromium Cauldron, Zirconium Cauldron, Sulfur Springs, Europium Gem Mine, Noah’s Nickel, Manganese Magic, Platinum Princess, Plutonium Princess, Under The Magic, Iron Curtains, Body Of Gold & Elements Of Mystery Terri received her Bachelor’s degree in Accounting, and Master’s degree in Taxation from the University of Florida. She is a licensed CPA and a Second Degree Black Belt in Taekwondo. She lives on The St. Johns River in Florida, with her husband, Garrison, and their two sons. For more information about Terri’s books, please visit her website  www.ElementsOfMystery.com. Terri is the daughter of Leslie S. Talley, author of Make Old Bones, Bred In The Bone, The Closer The Bone & The Bonnie, Bonnie Bone. For more information about Leslie’s Cozy murder mysteries, please visit her website www.MakeOldBones.com

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      Chromium Cauldron - Terri Talley Venters

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      Terri Talley Venters

      Carbon Copy Saga

      Carbon Copy

      Tin Roof

      Silver Lining

      Luke’s Lithium

      Cauldron Series

      Copper Cauldron

      Cobalt Cauldron

      Calcium Cauldron

      Chromium Cauldron

      Zirconium Cauldron

      Under The Magic Adventures

      Sulfur Springs

      Europium Gem Mine

      Noah’s Nickel

      Manganese Magic

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      Iron Curtains

      Body Of Gold

      Elements of Mystery

      Hidden Helium

      To my kitties—past, present, and future

      Summer RIP

      Soli RIP

      Spot RIP

      Stormy RIP

      Penelope RIP

      Raven RIP

      Mittens

      Oreo

      Boots

      Pumpkin

      Sabbath

      Tigerlily

      Manchester Family Tree

      New Orleans Coven

      Modern Day

      OLIVIA MANCHESTER—BARTHOLOMEW Manchester

      Violet Manchester—Toliver Waynesfield m. 1905   (Cobalt Cauldron)

      Beatrice Manchester—Prince Peter m. 1922   (Chromium Cauldron)

      b. 1906 

      Daphne Manchester—Peter Manchester

      Penelope Manchester—St. Michael the Archangel   (Copper Cauldron)

      Catherine (Cat) Manchester twins Conner Manchester  (Zirconium Cauldron)

      Prologue

      Zeus perched upon the edge of Mount Olympus, studying the mortals on Earth. Jealous of their opulent lifestyle and vast wealth. Rage consumed him . They live better than the Gods!

      You summoned me, your Majesty? Poseidon bowed holding his prized Trident.

      Yes, I’d like to show you something. Zeus gestured to the edge of the clouds where they could spy on the mortals below.

      Oh my, the mortals live better than us. At least the rich ones do. Poseidon shook his head in frustration.

      We must do something. I can’t bear to watch them so happy and prosperous. They’ve forgotten us and never make us any offerings or prayers. They now pray to Jesus or Allah. I thought we’d taught them a lesson when you sank Atlantis. But now the lost city is mostly forgotten by the mortals. They think it’s a myth, not a catastrophe caused by the angry Gods.

      What did you have in mind this time? Poseidon asked.

      I’ve heard about this new ship the mortals built. It’s the most luxurious ocean liner ever made. Many of the wealthy have booked passage for the maiden voyage from Southampton, England to New York City, Zeus explained. He studied the model globe and traced the ship’s planned route.

      Ah, yes. I’ve heard of it. They claim it’s unsinkable. Poseidon nodded.

      That’s what angers me the most. I heard the mortals boast that ‘not even the Gods could sink the Titanic.’

      Chapter One

      December 31, 1911

      Manchester Mansion

      New Orleans

      Grandpa, can you please read me a bedtime story? Bea, short for Beatrice Manchester, asked her doting grandfather, Bart. Her five-year-old body lay in her pink bedroom. Her long, black hair fanned across a pink pillowcase. The bedroom was once her mother’s room before she married her father, Toliver, the reincarnated spirit of Tutankhamun, Pharaoh of Ancient Egypt.

      Of course, my dear. Since your parents are out celebrating the new year, I’d love to read you a story. Bart sat in the wing-back chair next to Bea’s bed. His long, blond hair was tied back in a ponytail with a black, silk ribbon. He stared at Bea with matching magical eyes—one blue and one green.

      Can I have a kitty, Grandpa? Bea begged.

      Well, of course you can, my dear. But let’s wait until we get back from Florida, Bart promised.

      Why are we going to Florida for so long? Bea pulled the covers up to her chin to ward off the chill from the cold December evening.

      We’re staying for the Winter Season. But this time, instead of staying at the Ponce De Leon Hotel in St. Augustine, we’re going to stay at Henry Flagler’s winter home in Palm Beach.

      How big is his home? Bea asked, curious about the wealthy railroad tycoon.

      It’s over one-hundred-thousand square feet. Ten times larger than our Manchester Mansion. Bart waved his arm around her room.

      Whoa! I guess he has plenty of room for all of us. Are Daddy’s parents coming, too? Bea referred to her paternal grandparents, Isaac and Manon Waynesfield.

      Yes. In fact, it’s because of Isaac that we are staying at Whitehall. Henry uses Isaac’s new bank in Palm Beach. There are a lot of wealthy Americans who winter in Florida, Grandpa explained.

      Okay, I guess it makes sense to wait until we get back to adopt my kitten. I wouldn’t want to leave him or her all alone in this big house, she rationalized.

      You are very wise for one so young, he praised.

      When will I get my powers, Grandpa? Bea crossed her arms and pouted.

      I’m sure it will be very soon. You’ll grow up to be a beautiful and powerful witch like your mother, my daughter, Violet.

      But didn’t Mommy get her powers when she was six? When she found King Tut’s tomb in Egypt? Bea recalled the story of how her parents found one another in this life with the help of the Cobalt Cauldron.

      Well, we thought she got her first power when she was six because she had a vision which led us to the tomb. But it wasn’t really her vision. It was Toliver using the Cobalt Cauldron spell to fill her mind with visions. She didn’t get her real power of foresight until she was older. Grandpa Bart held Bea’s hand.

      Oh, well that makes me feel better for not having any powers yet. Bea smiled.

      "Speaking of powers, I thought I’d read you a story from the Book of Cauldrons."

      Can we read it in the attic? I like going up there at night because it’s spooky. Bea grinned devilishly.

      You’re are the most fearless witch I have ever known. Yes, let’s go to the attic. I assume you wish to ride on my shoulders. He knelt next to the bed.

      Nodding eagerly, Bea climbed on Grandpa’s shoulders and placed her hands gently on his neck.

      Grandpa Bart stood, and his knees cracked. Ahh, pretty soon you’ll be too big to carry on my shoulders. He carried Bea up two flights of wooden stairs to the attic. He retrieved the large brass key from his pocket and unlocked the door. After entering the dark attic, he knelt down in front of the fireplace.

      Bea climbed off Grandpa and rubbed her arms to ward off the chill. Wiggling her tiny fingers at the fireplace, she envisioned orange flames roaring to life. The fire started, and Bea gasped.

      Grandpa, I just got my first power!

      Chapter Two

      H ow wonderful, my dear ! Your first power, and I was here to witness it. Your parents will be sad that they missed it. It’s a very important rite of passage for witches and wizards, Grandpa explained.

      Beaming, Bea studied the various volumes of books shelved next to the fireplace. Running her tiny fingers across the various spines, she named a few of the books—Book of Spells, Book of Demons, Book of Angels, Book of Trolls and Giants, Book of Monsters, Book of Legends, Book of Fairies, Book of Gods and Goddesses, and Book of Cauldrons. Ah, here it is. Bea pulled the enormous volume from the shelf. Its weight strained her.

      Here. Allow me. Bart grabbed the volume and sat on one of the wing-back chairs in front of the fireplace.

      Bea climbed onto his lap and rested the back of her head against his shoulder.

      Where would you like to start, my dear? Grandpa asked.

      Placing her index finger on her dimpled cheek, she said, Something new and interesting. Something about a cauldron that we don’t have.

      Ah, excellent idea, my dear. You probably know about all the ones we have—Copper, Cobalt, Jade, Onyx, Iron, Lead, etc. He flipped the pages.

      Oh, what’s that one? Is it silver? Bea asked, pointing to the open page of the Book of Cauldrons. The large silver cauldron was the most beautiful and ornate cauldron she’d ever seen. It was enormous and even had handles.

      Not silver, silver tarnishes which changes the property of the metal. This is the Chromium Cauldron. And yes, it is the biggest and most ornate cauldron there is.

      "Have you seen it

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