The Love That Found Its Way Back

The first time Margaret Sullivan fell in love with Thomas Bennett, she was nineteen years old, wore her hair in a long braid, and believed that the greatest tragedy in life was running out of chocolate biscuits. Thomas was twenty-one, had a laugh that could fill an entire room, and possessed the unfortunate habit of... Continue Reading →

The Witch Who Accidentally Became a Bestseller

Matilda Thistlewick had survived one hundred and forty-three years without causing a major magical catastrophe, which was impressive considering she had once accidentally turned her landlord into a decorative garden fountain. In her defence, he had been standing rather close to the begonias. She had also transformed an entire wedding cake into a flock of... Continue Reading →

Chapter Nine: The Side Gabriel Chose

Jessie stared at Gabriel for so long that the room seemed to become unnaturally quiet. “You're telling me I recruited you.” Gabriel nodded. “To help Daniel?” “Eventually.” Jessie leaned back in her chair. “I need you to understand that the word 'eventually' is beginning to make me homicidal.” Under different circumstances, Gabriel might have smiled.... Continue Reading →

The Witch Who Walks Between Stars and Shadows

Sometimes an ancient oak appeared where a cluster of pines had stood the previous afternoon. Other times, a narrow stream crossed a path that had been dry for years. And occasionally, when the moon was particularly bright, Evelyn would glimpse tiny golden lights dancing between the branches, disappearing whenever she tried to follow them. Most... Continue Reading →

Chapter Eight: The Boy She Left Behind

Anna did not begin with Evan. Instead, she walked into the kitchen, filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove. Jessie watched from the table. “Are we seriously making tea?” “We are.” “Two men just followed me here, someone I abandoned twenty-four years ago sent me a photograph taken thirty seconds away... Continue Reading →

Chapter Seven: Candidate One

Anna lived above a bakery. Jessie found that irritating. Not because there was anything wrong with bakeries, but because after kidnappings, secret criminal organizations, psychological manipulation, forgotten murders and twenty-four-year-old cassette recordings, she'd expected Candidate One to live somewhere appropriately sinister. An isolated farmhouse would have worked. A fortified apartment. Maybe a cabin at the... Continue Reading →

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