I’m an international, multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in my head. As a singer, songwriter, independent filmmaker and improv teacher and performer, my life has always been about creating and sharing what I create with others. Now that my dream to write for a living is a reality, with over a hundred titles in happy publication and no end in sight, I live in beautiful Prince Edward Island, Canada, with my giant cats, pug overlord and overlady and my Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

Magic woke, stretched, yawned into the late afternoon and the peaceful corner of the wood where long it slept. But what prompted its return to awareness? Pink tendrils of power unwound from deep beneath the earth, the crushed needles and heavy moss. Seeking the source of its awakening with gentle curiosity.
The sun dappled trees gave way to dark orange light while dusk washed over the forest path.
Black robes caught the edges of the remaining illumination in flickers that seemed to absorb into the lush velvet folds, passing over shoulders and cowls, across the tips of the brooms they carried deeper into the quiet of the wood.
She led them, flashes of blue satin lining appearing as she moved, her narrow toed shoes gliding over the hard packed red earth, floating as if she barely touched the ground. And though the four figures moved quickly and with seeming purpose, nature didn’t shun them or their intrusion. If anything, they were welcomed, observed with ancient delight, sent on with the trill of birdsong and the chattering interest of watching squirrels.

Lovely Witches Club

I sat in her driveway for about two minutes, trying to work up the courage to go inside. When I finally did, I had the journal clasped against my chest, my cell phone in the other hand with the camera on. I needed to record all of this, so I could show the Lovely Witches what I learned. To reveal to them what Lilith revealed to me about Constance. But I had to know for sure that Lilith was right. Even though I knew in my heart she was.


The front door was open. I let myself in. Great, now I could add break and enter into my long list of stupid things I'd done willingly since I got the letter from the Lovely Witches Club.


This was a terrible idea. Who did I think I was? I needed to turn around and leave already. Finish their dumb documentary and just forget any of this happened. But every time the idea crossed my mind I felt the pink sparkles, the rush of anger at the woman behind my life's constant frustration and I continued on, moving deeper and deeper into her house.


Chapter 28: Constance Confrontation