title: Elemental Witch: Fire, Air, Water, Earth; Discover Your Natural Affinity
author:  Tammy Sullivan 
description: Our age of specialization extends to the spiritual paths of Witches. With this new work of Sullivan's (after Pagan Anger Magic), those who align themselves with the divine powers of nature can discern whether earth, water, air or fire best suits their sacred expressions. Sullivan says that elemental specialties are increasingly common in contemporary Witchcraft, and that seekers can use them to personalize their spiritual paths. She compiles a list of 44 thorough and probing questions to help determine affinities and offers rituals to meet the corresponding guides. Devoting roughly a quarter of the book to each element, Sullivan delves into the personality path, (cautionary) dark side, lore, mythology, rituals, recipes, stones and herbs connected with each element. Some information seems arbitrary, e.g. "Her Water Witch home dcor is usually unthemed with whimsy being the main rule," but generally Sullivan has pulled together a solid and fresh volume. It seems especially useful to have the mythology from far-flung traditions (Hindu, Yoruba, Native American, Hawaiian, etc.) pulled together under their elemental affiliations, thus creating something of a general interest read. However, this is not for rank beginners, for to fully realize the book, practitioners should already know such Witchcraft basics as how to cast circles and empower ingredients. <br />Copyright  Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
zlib_text: **Wildfire**
  
  Wild Magic, Book 2
  
  Jo Clayton
  
  1992
  
  His flesh was cold as stone . . .
  
  When she brushed her hand against Varney’s face, she shivered again. Despite
  the efforts of the wildings, his flesh was as cold as the stone. “It’s your
  doing I’m here, you know,” she mur-mured. “I’d have been safer riding alone.”
  She smiled, touched his hair, tenderness flooding her. It really wasn’t his
  fault that some murder-ous bezriggid got an itch for power. “Ah, well.”
  
  She thought of the water elementals popping their clear crystal heads from the
  muddy river, tried to tease out their essence and turn the _feel_ to earth
  rather than water.
  
  For an eternity nothing happened.
  
  Then the wildings fled to the walls and ceil-ing. A moment later a vast finger
  of stone thrust up, turned and looked at her from glittering ob-sidian rounds.
  She didn’t hear words, heard no sound at all, but they were there in her head:
  
  You call us from our sleep, beloved. What is your desire?
  
  She gasped, clutched at her