Sampler: Zipacna’s Legacy by Cindy Davis

Jade returned to awareness amidst a bombardment of dark alternating with hurt so bad she wished unconsciousness would suck her under again.

A novel that stirs the spirituality residing in all of us

There is an energy vortex in Chi’país, Mexico. Rumor has it the elderly Zipacna created the vortex to lure unsuspecting outsiders (and their tuition) to his school of shamanism. Within the spiritual world, it was a celebrated center for spiritual training, teaching at levels beyond the ‘back to Mother Earth’ that centuries of shamans learned.

Granddaughter Jade inherits the property thinking it’s a hotel. When the townspeople shun her, and someone tries to frighten her away, she is baffled but believes they will come around in time. She discovers the energy vortex but all she knows is it makes her feel invigorated. Until the arrival of 8-year-old Miguel, who, through his spiritual connection to Zipacna, helps awaken a shocking asset: her seer and healer’s ability, which she comes to realize she had all along.

A secret room imparts the knowledge she needs to embrace her spirituality and find a way to bring it to the world. She comes to terms with her legacy, repairs relationships thought long lost and reopens the school.

Cindy Davis

Sampler: Zipacna’s Legacy

Jade dug around the kitchen that looked like a bomb had gone off—cabinets had disappeared from the walls, the old appliances were gone. Somehow, she located a wineglass. As she uncorked the heavy bottle, she found a note from her handyman on the table. All it said was, Water heater working.

Oh heaven! What a wonderful man.

Before a long relaxing bubble bath, there was one thing to do, change the light bulbs in the foyer’s chandelier—a beautiful fixture with scrolled wrought iron and a dozen bulbs, none of which were working. It was a simple job to change them, especially since Juan had left his open ladder in the middle of the hallway beside the stairway. Perhaps he had intended to change them and she should leave the job till morning. But no, it would be easy enough to do herself. She located a large package of bulbs in a hall closet and scaled the ladder to the top. Then realized she’d forgotten to turn on the fixture. Hard to know if they’re working with it turned off.

She climbed down, flipped the switch, and went back up six rungs. On the seventh, her toe hit the side bar, the ladder wobbled.

Jade held on, waiting for the legs to steady themselves. And they did, but she lost her balance anyway. It’s said that in these situations, a person’s life flashes before their eyes. Not so. All that flashed before her eyes was: wall, bannister, wall, bannister, wall, and then blackness.

Jade returned to awareness amidst a bombardment of dark alternating with hurt so bad she wished unconsciousness would suck her under again.

Okay, okay. Focus.

How long had she lain here? The fact that it was dark meant that night had arrived—no need for much calculation there. And since she had no familiarity with the sunset/nighttime lighting in this part of the world, that particular information was moot. The nearest her muddled brain could recall: she’d climbed the ladder around five p.m. And last night, when she and Mari quit working in the yard around nine, it was just growing dark. Therefore, she’d been here at least four hours. What difference did this information make? None right now.

The only thing that mattered was that she needed help. Which was another bit of fact that was no good for anything. First, there was very little cell service out this far; you had to wander about the house to find something strong enough. Even if a good signal was available, her phone was in the kitchen. Or was it on the patio table outdoors? Again. Moot.

She was smart enough to know her brain was using all this as a diversion from the all-encompassing pain rocketing through her body. Pain that once her brain got into focus-on-it mode, seemed to be coming from her left ankle. It was too dark for a visual inspection so she settled for touching. A humble fingertip inspection brought knowledge of a quite broken left ankle…and another lapse of consciousness.

Jade didn’t know how long she was out this time, but when she awoke, thirst caused almost as much discomfort as the ankle, which was swelled to at least three times its normal size. She’d seen movies with people in these types of dilemmas, and they survived. But those were movi—

She cut off the thought before it could take hold in her head—and commanded her brain to come up with information that could be of help.

She waited.

And waited.


A few well-chosen curse words put her brain on notice that once this problem was solved, they would be having a serious conversation. Gosh, was she thirsty. So parched that an itch began in her throat. And grew. The more she ignored it, the more it grew. Until she had to cough.

Which jiggled her ankle. This time, she didn’t pass out, but suffered the pain with dignity borne of a desperation to survive—until morning when Juan returned.

Jade concentrated on breathing. In. Out. In and out again. And reciting, There is no pain. There is no pain.

You are doing great. Keep going, came a whispered voice.

Jade jerked alert. But as she strained to hear the voice, and stopped thinking about breathing, the pain returned.

Keep going, said the voice.

“Who are you?”




Okay, okay. In. Out. In…

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