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First in the Drake Sisters series from the "reigning queen of the paranormal romance"--#1 New York Times bestselling author of the Carpathian and Sea Haven novels.

The story of Sarah, the eldest of the extraordinary—and magical—Drake sisters, now rewritten and expanded, in this very special collector’s edition…

“Sarah Drake has come home.” Ever since Damon Wilder sought ...
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First in the Drake Sisters series from the "reigning queen of the paranormal romance"--#1 New York Times bestselling author of the Carpathian and Sea Haven novels.

The story of Sarah, the eldest of the extraordinary—and magical—Drake sisters, now rewritten and expanded, in this very special collector’s edition…

“Sarah Drake has come home.” Ever since Damon Wilder sought refuge in Sea Haven, he’s heard the same breathless rumor pass the lips of nearly every local in the sleepy coastal town. Even the wind seems to whisper her name—a reverie so powerfully suggestive that it carries the curious Damon to Sarah’s clifftop home, and seeks to shelter him there.

But Damon has not arrived alone. A killer has tracked him to Sea Haven, and into the shadows of Drake House. But Sarah has her own secrets, and danger—as well as a desire more urgent than either has ever known—is just a whisper away…

Magic in the Wind previously appeared in Lover Beware.

Christine Feehan is the author of Dark Wolf, Dark Lycan, Air Bound, Leopard's Prey, Samurai Game, and numerous other bestselling novels.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781101147047
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 9/27/2005
  • Series: Drake Sisters Series , #1
  • Sold by: Penguin Group
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 112
  • Sales rank: 11,621
  • File size: 359 KB

Meet the Author

I live on the beautiful Northern California coast. I have always loved hiking, whale watching and being outdoors. My camping days are over but I might consider glamping. LOL! I am surrounded by my family, my beloved grandchildren and my pack of dogs.

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Magic In the Wind

A Drake Sister Story
By Christine Feehan


Copyright © 2005 Christine Feehan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0-425-20863-X

Chapter One

"Sarah's back. Sarah's come home." The whisper was overly loud and tinged with something close to fear. Or respect. Damon Wilder couldn't decide which. He'd been hearing the same small town gossip for several hours and it was always said in the same hushed tones. He hated to admit to curiosity and he wasn't about to stoop to asking, not after he had made such a point of insisting on absolute privacy since he arrived last month.

As he walked down the quaint narrow sidewalk made of wood, the wind seemed to whisper, "Sarah's back." He heard it as he passed the gas station and burly Jeff Dockins waved to him. He heard it as he lingered in the small bakery. Sarah. The name shouldn't carry mystery, but it did.

He had no idea who Sarah was, but she commanded such interest and awe from the townspeople he found himself totally intrigued. He knew from experience the people in the sleepy little coastal town were not easily impressed. No amount of money, fame, or title earned one deference. Everyone was treated the same from the poorest to the richest and there seemed to be no prejudice against religion or any other preferences. It was why he had chosen the town. A man could be anybody here and no one cared.

All day he had heard the whispers. He'd never once caught a glimpse of the mysterious Sarah. But he'd heard she once climbed the sheer cliffs above the sea to rescue a dog. An impossible task. He'd seen those crumbling cliffs and no one could climb them. He found himself smiling at the idea of anyone attempting such an impossible feat and few things amused him or intrigued him.

The grocery store was the center of town and most of the gossip originated there and then spread like wildfire. Damon decided he needed a few things before he went home. He hadn't been in the store for more than two minutes when he heard it again. "Sarah's back." The same hushed whisper, the same awe and respect.

Inez Nelson, owner of the only grocery store held court, spilling out gossip as she normally did, instead of ringing up the groceries on the cash register. It usually drove him crazy to have to wait, but this time he lingered by the bread rack in the hope of learning more of the mysterious Sarah who had finally returned.

"Are you sure, Inez?" Trudy Garret asked, dragging her four-year-old closer to her and nearly strangling the child with her hug. "Are her sisters back too?"

"Oh, I'm certain, all right. She came right into the store as real as you please and bought a ton of groceries. She was back at the cliff house she said. She didn't say anything about the others, but if one shows up the others aren't far behind."

Trudy Garret looked around, lowered her voice another octave. "Was she still ... Sarah?"

Damon rolled his eyes. Everyone always annoyed the hell out of him. He thought moving to a small town would allow him to find a way to get along to some extent but people were just plain idiots. Of course Sarah was still Sarah. Who the hell else would she be? He let his breath out in a rush of impatience. Sarah was probably the only one with a brain within a fifty-mile radius so they thought she was different.

"What could it mean?" Trudy asked. "Sarah only comes back when something is going to happen."

"I asked her if everything was all right and she just smiled in that way she has and said yes. You wouldn't want me to pry into Sarah's business, now would you dear," Inez said piously.

Damon let his breath out in a hissing rush of impatience. Inez made it her life's work to pry into everyone's business. Why should the absent Sarah be excluded?

"Last time she was here Dockins nearly died, do you remember that?" Trudy asked. "He fell from his roof and Sarah just happened to be walking by and ..." She trailed off and glanced around the store and lowered her voice to a conspirator's whisper. "Old Mars at the fruit stand said Penny told him Sarah ..."

"Trudy, dear, you know Mars is totally unreliable in the things he says. He's a dear, sweet man, but he sometimes makes things up," Inez pointed out.

Old man Mars was crotchety, mean and known to throw fruit at cars if he was in a foul enough mood. Damon waited for lightning to strike Inez for her blatant lie, but nothing happened. The worst of it was, Damon wanted to know what Old Mars had said about Sarah, even if it was a blatant lie. And that really irritated him.

Trudy leaned even closer, looked melodramatically to the right and left without even noticing he was there. Damon sighed heavily, wanting to shake the woman. "Do you remember the time little Paul Baily fell into that blow hole?"

"I remember that, now that you say. He was wedged in so tight and no one could get to him, he'd slipped down so far. The tide was coming in."

"I was there, Inez, I saw her get him out." Trudy straightened up.

"Penny said she'd heard from her hairdresser that Sarah was working for a secret agency and she was sent to some foreign country undercover to assassinate the leader of a terrorist group."

"Oh, I don't think so, Trudy. Sarah wouldn't kill anything." The store owner's hands fluttered to her throat in protest. "I just can't imagine."

Damon had enough of gossip. If they weren't going to say anything worth hearing, he was going to get the hell out of there before Inez turned her spotlight on him. He plunked his groceries down on the counter and looked as bored as he could manage. "I'm in a hurry, Inez," he said, hoping to facilitate matters and avoid the usual match-making she always tried.

"Why Damon Wilder, how lovely to see you. Have you met Trudy Garret? Trudy is a wonderful woman, a native of our town. She works over at the Salt Bar and Grill. Have you ever been there to eat yet? The salmon is very good."

"So I've heard," he muttered, barely glancing at Trudy to acknowledge the introduction. It didn't matter. They'd all made up their minds about him, making up the history he refused to provide. He felt a little sorry for the returning Sarah. They were making up things about her as well. "You might tell me about that beautiful old house on the cliffs," he said, shocking himself. Shocking Inez. He never gave anyone an opening for conversation. He wanted to be left alone. Damn Sarah for being so mysterious.

Inez looked as if she might faint and for once she was speechless.

"You must know the one I'm talking about," Damon persisted, in spite of himself. "Three stories, balconies everywhere, a round turret. It's grown over quite wild around the house, but there's a path leading to the old lighthouse. I was walking up there and with all the wild growth, I expected the house to be in bad shape, dilapidated like most of the abandoned homes around here, but it was in beautiful condition. I'd like to know what preservatives were used."

"That's private property, Mr. Wilder," Inez said. "The house has been in the same family for well over a hundred years. I don't know what they use in the paint, but it does weather well. No one lurks around that house." Inez was definitely issuing a reprimand to him.

"I was hardly lurking, Inez," he said exasperated. "As you well know the sea salt is hard on the paint and wood of the houses. That house is in remarkable condition. In fact, it looks newly built. I'm curious as to what was used. I'd like to preserve my house in the same way." He made an effort to sound reasonable instead of annoyed. "I'm a bit of a chemist and I can't figure out what would keep a house so pristine over the years. There's no sign of damage from the sea, from age or even insects. Remarkable."

Inez pursed her lips, always a bad sign. "Well I'm certain I have no idea." Her voice was stiff as if she were highly offended. She rang up his groceries in remarkable time without saying another word.

Damon gathered the bags into his arm, his expression daring Inez to ask him if he needed help. Leaning heavily on his cane he turned to Trudy. "The hairdresser's dog walker told the street cleaner that he saw Sarah walk on water."

Trudy's eyes widened in shock, but there was belief on her face. Inez made some kind of noise he couldn't identify. Disgusted, Damon turned on his heel and stalked out. Ever since the first whisper of Sarah's name he had been unsettled. Disturbed. Agitated. There was something unfamiliar growing inside of him. Anticipation? Excitement? That was ridiculous. He muttered a curse under his breath at the absent Sarah.

He wanted to be left alone, didn't he? He had no interest in the woman the townspeople gossiped about. Sarah might not walk on water but her house was a mystery. He saw no reason why he shouldn't pay her a neighborly visit and ask what preservatives were used in the wood to achieve the nearly impossible results.

Damon Wilder was a man driven to the edge of sanity. Moving to the tiny town on the coast was his last effort to hang onto life. He had no idea how he was going to do it, or why he had chosen this particular town with all its resident eccentrics, but he had been drawn here. Nothing else would do. He had stepped on the rich soil and knew either this place would be home or he had none. It was hell trying to fit in, but the sea soothed him and the long walks over million year old rocks and cliffs occupied his mind.

Damon took his time putting his groceries away. The knowledge that this town, this place, was his last stand had been so strong he had actually purchased a house. His home was one of the few things that gave him pleasure. He loved the working on it. He loved the wood. He could lose himself in the artistry of reshaping a room to suit his exact needs. For hours the work occupied him so nothing else could invade his brain and he was at peace for a time.

He stared out his large bay window, the one that looked out over the sea. The one that had an unobstructed view of the house on the cliff. Damon had spent more hours than he cared to think about staring up at the dark silent windows and the balconies and battlements. It was a unique house from another century, another time and place. There were lights on for the first time. The windows shone a bright welcome.

His leg hurt like hell. He needed to sit and rest, not go traipsing around the countryside. Damon stared at the house, drawn to the warmth of it. It seemed almost alive, begging him to come closer. He went outside onto his deck, intending to sit in the chair and enjoy his view of the sea. Instead he found himself limping his way steadily up the path toward the cliffs. It was nearly a compulsion. The path was narrow and steep and rocky in places, almost no more than a deer trail and overgrown at that. His cane slipped on the pebbles and twice he nearly fell. He was swearing by the time he made it to the edge of the private property.

He stood there staring in shock. Damon had been there not two days before, walking around the house and the grounds. It had been wildly overgrown, the bushes high and weeds everywhere. The shrubbery and trees had drooped with winter darkness on the leaves. A noticeable absence of sound had given the place an eerie, creepy feeling. Now there were flowers as if everything had burst into blossom overnight. A riot of color met his eyes, a carpet of grass was beneath his feet. The gate was open as if in welcome. He could hear the insects buzzing, the sound of frogs calling merrily back and forth as if spring had come instantly.

The gate, which had been securely locked, stood open in welcome. Everything seemed to be welcoming him. A sense of peace began to steal into his heart. A part of him wanted to sit on one of the inviting benches and soak in the atmosphere.

Roses climbed the trellis and rhododendrons were everywhere, great forests of them. He'd never seen such towering plants. Damon started up the pathway, noting every single weed was gone. Stepping stones led the way to the house. Each round of stone held a meticulously carved symbol. Great care had been taken to etch the symbol deep into the stone. Damon leaned down to feel the highly polished work. He admired the craftsmanship and detail. The artisans in the small town all had that trait, one he greatly respected.

As he neared the house, a wind rose off the sea and carried sea spray and a lilting melody. "Sarah's back. Sarah's home." The words sang across the land joyously. It was then he heard the birds and looked around him. They were everywhere, all kinds of birds, flitting from tree to tree, a flutter of wings overhead. Squirrels chattered as they rushed from branch to branch. The sun was sinking over the ocean, turning the skyline into bright colors of pink and orange and red. The fog was on the far horizon, meeting the sea to give the impression of an island in the clouds. Damon had never seen anything so beautiful. He simply stood there, leaning on his cane and staring in wonder at the transformation around him.

Voices drifted from the house. One was soft and melodious. He couldn't catch the words but the tone worked its way through his skin into his very bones. Into his vital organs. He moved closer, drawn by the sound and immediately saw two dogs on the front porch. Both were watching him alertly, heads down, hair up, neither making a sound.

Damon froze. The voices continued. One was weeping. He could hear the heartbreaking sound. A woman's voice. The melodious voice soothed. Damon shifted his weight and took a two-handed grip on his cane. If he had to use it as a weapon, he'd have more leverage. Concerned as he was with the dogs, he was more centered on the voice. He strained to listen.

"Please, Sarah, you have to be able to do something. I know you can. Please say you'll help me. I can't bear this," the second voice said.

Her sorrow was so deep Damon ached for her. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt someone's pain. He couldn't remember how to feel anything but bored or frustrated. The dogs both sniffed the air, and as if recognizing him, wagged their tails in greeting and sat down, hair settling to make them appear much more friendly. Keeping one eye on the dogs, he strained to catch the words spoken in that soft lilting tone. "I know it's difficult, Irene, but this isn't something like putting a Band-Aid on a scraped knee. What do the doctors say?" There was more sobbing. It shook him, hurt him, tore up his insides so that his gut churned and a terrible weight pressed on his chest. Damon forgot all about the dogs and pressed his hand over his heart. Irene Madison. He recognized the voice, knew from Inez at the grocery store that her fifteen-year-old son, Drew was terminally ill.

"There's no hope, Sarah. They said to take him home and make him comfortable. You know you can find a way. Please do this for us, for me."

Damon edged closer to the house wondering what the hell she thought Sarah could do. Work a miracle? There was a small silence. The window was open, the wind setting the white lacy curtains dancing. He waited, holding his breath. Waited for Sarah's answer. Waited for the sound of her voice.

"Irene, you know I don't do that sort of thing. I've only just come back. I haven't even unpacked. You're asking me ..."

"Sarah, I'm begging you. I'll do anything, give you anything. I'm begging on my knees ..." The sobs were choking Damon. The pain was so raw in the woman.

"Irene, get up! What are you doing? Stop it."

"You have to say you'll come to see him. Please Sarah. Our mothers were best friends. If not for me, do it for my mother."

"I'll come by, Irene. I'm not promising anything, but I'll stop by."

There was resignation in that gentle voice. Weariness. "My sisters will be coming in a day or so and as soon as we're all rested we'll stop by and see what we can do."

"I know you think I'm asking for a miracle, but I'm not, I just want more time with him. Come when you're rested, when the others have come and can help." The relief Irene felt spilled over to Damon and he had no clue why. Only that the weight pressing on his chest lifted and his heart soared for a moment.

"I'll see what I can do."

The voices were traveling toward him. Damon waited, his heart pounding in anticipation. He had no idea what to expect or even what he wanted, but everything in him stilled.


Excerpted from Magic In the Wind by Christine Feehan Copyright © 2005 by Christine Feehan. Excerpted by permission.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted May 11, 2010

    Drake Sister's Series

    I have read all seven of the Drake Sister's books, in hopes that the very well drawn characters and interesting plots would overcome the very long winded and distracting insertion of erotica. It is difficult enough to write a paranormal/mystery with characters drawn well enough to suspend disbelief. There are elements of vision and style in these books, but not enough to overcome the frustration I felt paging fast through long winded erotic sequences which purport to be love scenes but are graphic enough to feel like the reader wants to withdraw either from the reading or the attempted suspension of disbelief. The best of the books are the first and the last; all are similar to the Nora Robert's "Sister's series, but with some nicely turned twists. However, not much overcame my annoyance as yet another erotic (and I think almost NOT erotic due to the hard nature of the porn; it is not suggestive and sensual but explicit) twelve pages interrupted the plot and the entire rhythm of the books. This is a good writer who needs to realize that, just like Nora Roberts, she does not need hard core porn to sell her sometimes well envisioned books. If I want erotic porn, I will buy Anais Nin.

    13 out of 16 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 10, 2010


    These sample books are a waste of time and money in my opinion. You don't get anymore than if you read the back of the book and the first page or two.

    4 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 5, 2009

    exciting, page turning, paranormal romance that pulls you into the Drake sisters' lives. The first of seven excellent tales.

    Great story. Only wish this first one was of longer length. It is, however, a great introduction to the magical lives and loves of the Drake sisters. The author masterfully creates stories that employ great characterization, twisting plots, and magical settings. Reading her works makes me smile as she pulls me into a world where I hate to leave even when the story is over. Readers will hurry through this story and then search for the next adventure of the Drake sisters' series. I loved all seven because you become a captive of the excitment. Magic in the Wind is a wonderful beginning.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 4, 2009

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    dark series, ghostwalker series, and drake sisters

    ok so i started reading the dark series because i was INFACTUATED with vampires! it is the best series! i loved all the characters and i have read every book in this series and can't wait for others!
    the ghostwalker series is also a good series because it is similar to the dark series but about people with pshycic abilities than being carpathian! i loved them i have read all of those as well!
    the drake sisters i have just started but i really enjoyed oceans of fire and i am looking forward to the others!

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 16, 2010

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    The Series is Great

    I love this series, and I was sorry to see the series end. I can not wait till the new series comes out. Maybe some of the characters will cross over in some way.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 31, 2010

    Not bad

    It was slow starting for me, but now that I'm done, I'm looking forward to the next book in the series.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 17, 2009

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    One little book; to open a whole new world.

    The Book is small.
    I bought it thinking;it would just be light entertainment. I didn't know by the end of the small book I would be looking forward to the next story about the Drake sisters. I bought all of the books about the Drake sisters. I am enjoying them. They have everything you could want in a book. They are on the top of my fav list.
    Buy the small little book; it's a good read- then you to will get into the whole Drake Sisters series>

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 21, 2009

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    Practical Magic Meets Dime Store Romance

    OK, maybe I should have figured from the price, but this book was soooo short. At about a hundred pages, it was really difficult to get into the story, or bond with the characters. It's also very reminiscent of "Practical Magic," that Sandra Bullock flick in 1998. I'm sorry, but I just couldn't get into this one in the two hours that it took to finish.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 16, 2009

    gotta love the Drake sisters

    I've read all of the Drake sister's series and haven't been dissappointed with any of them. Christine really gets into the basics when it come to how sister's are with each other. Just makes the books all the better.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 22, 2008

    Magic in the Wind by Christine Feehan

    I was initially glad to find another author to read, based on reviews, but I must say this book was hard to stay with and the ending was very predictable. It may be a series but the next one doesn't continue with the same character and I doubt I'll read more of this author. It took a long time to get going and by the time the predictable did happen, the ending was easy to see coming and a disapointing unoriginal one at that. The last chapter was the most exciting of the whole book. It's fine for a rainy day if there is nothing else to read but there are better writers out there then Christine Feehan. I found she uses too many words to describe a situation and it did seem like she used words as space fillers for a short book. She's not the worst writer, but for my taste a disapointment.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2009

    magic in the wind

    christine feehan is excellent!

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 10, 2009

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    A good book

    It was good, a good short story. i couldnt wait until i could read the next in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2009

    Short but Good

    Definitely a worthwhile addition to the Drake collection. I would have like to see this book longer but it was an excellent dessert of a read.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2014


    Are you there.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2014


    Wats up?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2014

    love the series must read over and over

    love Christine Feehan series with the drake sisters and extended series. would love to have her write more series as this one .I can never put them down. it was intriguing form beginning to end.

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  • Posted June 7, 2013

    really if we want porn we will buy porn, all i want is some lovi

    really if we want porn we will buy porn, all i want is some loving tender moments not a explicit scene from sex shop. every one loves some loving, but no one want to know what get inserted where and with what. good grief , it best to let the mind do the thinking every now and then for u. now your  carpathian  books are great not all this demo thinking that is being described  in your books. i hate erotic books no plots at all and if this is what this  read is about i don't wanna  read . lynday sands  is getting to explicit to in here books. so calm  the details down ok. just say enough to give us a vision but not direct info what is doing what !!!! ty, love the carpathian books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 26, 2013

    Very good. About the first drake sister,sara.

    Short story about the drake sister sarah.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2014

    Love this book!

    Very good!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2013

    Christine feehan does NOT write porn! she is a very good writer!

    Christine feehan does NOT write porn! she is a very good writer! there is  alot more to her novels then a few sex scenes! There was nothing overly erotic about them! i have read her dark series n leopard series n they were excellent!es!

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