Every Witch Way But Dead
Chapter One
Like a restless spirit roaming the landscape, fog drifted in, abandoning the
dark waters behind. A buoy moaned in the distance, shattering the silence. The
first slice of the new moon dangled in the inky sky. It was a time for magickal
conjuring.
The only light in his dank apartment came from black candles as they cast
peculiar shadows upon a collage of photos tacked to the otherwise dreary walls.
All were of a striking woman with sparkling peridot eyes. For a moment, the man
in the darkness seductively traced the outline of her face with his finger.
I loved you, but you chose the wrong man.
Like Narcissus mesmerized by his reflection in a pool of water, he stared at the
manic blue eyes in the mirror. A day's worth of stubble obscured his lightly
tanned skin. Sandy curls softened the hard lines of his face. Classically
handsome, some would say.
Candlelight flickered and fitfully divided the shadows in his sparse dwelling.
The night revealed nothing and only the sliver of the crescent moon peered down.
As the flame lit the remaining candle, his mi ... read full excerpt from Every Witch Way But Dead ebook
