title: The Pendle Curse
author:  Catherine Cavendish 
description: <div> <span>"The final act unfolds that is nothing shy of spell binding. I for one look forward to embarking upon further reading adventures with this tremendously talented author" <i>Horrornews.net</i></span> <br><br><span>"If you love a great story with witches and things that go bump in the night, you need to try this one</span>!" <i>Long and Short Reviews</i><br><br>"The Pendle Curse is one of the best witch stories I've ever read." <i>- I Heart Reading</i><br><br>"Dark, dangerous, and more than a little twisted. Just the way I like it!" - <i>Reading The Paranormal</i><br><br><span>"It had it all, witches, cauldrons, spells, familiars, curses and more." - <i>Scarlet's Web</i></span><br><br><span><i></i></span> </div><i></i>
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  The Pendle Curse
  
  
  Catherine Cavendish
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter Six
  
  
  James made his way along the stony street to the alehouse, over mud, sheep
  droppings and rotten, slimy vegetables. Maybe after a few mugs of beer, he
  would be able to face the onslaught of his mother when he told her there would
  be no more wine or quality meat for her pot. No more fine linen for his shirts
  either, or soft wool for Alizon’s skirts.
  
  
  Alizon. How could he tell her she would have to go back to begging every day?
  How could he tell his grandmother that she would have to put a little less
  fuel on her fire?
  
  
  James shivered in the chill early evening air and pulled his cape closer
  around him. Ahead, past the weavers’ cottages, the welcoming lights of the
  busy alehouse drew him in.
  
  
  Inside, twenty or so of the village menfolk were grouped around small,
  scrubbed tables, mugs and tankards of beer in their hands. Barmaids mingled,
  ready to top up their customers with jugs of ale, or deal them a sharp slap if
  one 