Bitter Night
A Horngate Witches Book
1Max's phone rang. It was set to a high-pitched tone that most humans couldn't hear. But being human hadn't been Max's problem since 1979. She eyed the cell, then reluctantly picked it up out of the console. The caller ID said it was Giselle. Instantly Max's body seized tight. All the Zen detachment she'd scraped together on the long drive from the covenstead in Montana shattered apart as craptastic reality returned in a shitflood.
She drew a deep breath. Her lungs felt like rocks. She exhaled slowly before flipping open her phone. "Yeah?"
"Where are you?"
Max grimaced. Just the sound of the witch's voice ignited familiar hate in her gut. It was like a bottomless volcano. She swallowed the heat down, tasting its bitterness with determined satisfaction. She banked it like a campfire. It belonged to her -- the only thing that did, and the witch-bitch could never take it away. "Coming into Barstow. Why?"
"I want you to go check out a nasty little murder near Julian. It tastes of both the Uncanny and the Divine."
"Don't you think that's a little stupid? You can't just go fucking around ... read full excerpt from: Bitter Night: A Horngate Witches Book ebook