Mabon Hollow

My mom told me I was meant for greater things. I knew she meant in a magical sense. Being the middle child of three, born into a family whose Witchy-ness harkened back to the Salem Trials, sometimes the prospects of greatness seemed limited. I’m pretty sure when I married a Cowen, their expectations plummeted.

Nearly twenty years later, in my CRV with a few suitcases and my cat, Pyewacket, I was over forty, divorced, daughter in college, no job, and no idea what to do with myself as I drove from Florida to Delaware to live with my best friend.

Apparently my greater thing—twenty years later—is to bring magic back into the world. Angels (Elohim) don’t want that to happen. Luckily I have my best friend’s coven on my side, the last of the Fallen, and the Night Shades. In the other corner? Angels and Werewolves. Wings, claws, and teeth.

Oof. Maybe I should have stayed in Florida…