The Witches of Dark Root

The twitchy man leered at me through the bus window.

I’ve sworn off men. All they do is break your heart and eat your junk food.” - Maggie Maddock

Music is a form of magic, I suppose,” Paul said. “It can take you back in time, change your mood...and some even claim, calm the savage beast.

No Maggie, real love is self-sacrificing. It’s a give, not a take. When somebody, or something, wants to take from you, use you, control you, that’s obsession, not love.

It was an owl, an ugly thing with eyes that bulged and a beak that hooked. I wasn’t sure who had ordered it but I was certain it would never find a buyer. “Bet I beat you out of this town,” I said, tapping its beak. A losing bet, I realized. It had wings. I didn’t even have a car.

Shelves lined every wall of Mother’s Magick shop, displaying the hundreds of candles, masks, figurines, and baubles that made Miss Sasha’s the most popular attraction in all of Dark Root.

don’t come crying to me.” She looked at each of them in turn. “When the darkness comes. Remember you were warned.

and Shane had begun a friendly rivalry of who could out-sauce who.

I was filled with sadness, like I had just read the last page of a very long book. Only this time, there was no rereading that story whenever I wanted to go back.