Never offend a group of inept witches! Chrissy Thomas learns this the hard way, through no fault of her own. For once, their curse works—right until it backfires onto them.
This is not one of my best days. In fact, it is probably one of the worst days of my senior year. See, Mama says she forgot to pay the electricity and water bills.
Forgot. Yeah. Right. A whole load of guilt busts up my rage. Well, she has been real busy lately, but she could have asked me to pay the bill.
We lost our utilities about five last night, right as I began to make supper. In addition to not having any way to prepare the food, and therefore going hungry, I could not take a shower or wash my hair. Thankfully, I shaved a couple of days ago, or I would be a hairy ape. No amount of deodorant I slathered on my pits helps. I can smell myself; everyone can smell me, including Layla Jersey, one of the Pigeon Mountain witches.
They’re trouble, sometimes. Usually, this little clique of a few teens swears they can get revenge on a guy for dumping you. They’re also into spookier stuff, but it fails about seventy percent of the time.
Sixteen-year-old Mia remembers hearing a loud noise just before she reached her summer camp. It is her last living memory.
A year later, she haunts the place, vowing not to be lost forever. Her boyfriend, Jax, promises to find her, regardless of the bewildering obstacles put in his way. He just doesn’t know why no one wants her found. No one… except him.
Summer is the worst experience of all of my sixteen years. What can I say about the time, except that I’m not in school, my parents don’t bother hiding their hatred for each other, and I have to go to camp. In fact, that’s where I’m headed now. Good old Camp WatcheeWatchee—or as my friends and I refer to it, Camp Do Nothing, Know Nothing, Experience Boredom.
“Slow down, Charles.” Even an order sounds like a whine coming out Mom’s mouth.
She’s been like that for months now, always whining, always complaining, always demanding a better vacation spot, one where she doesn’t have to put up with surly teens.
I’m not surly. Far from it, but my parents don’t get that. They never get anything their pop psychologist doesn’t approve both verbally or in writing.
“I’m not speeding.” Dad grinds his teeth and takes another curve like we’re in the Indy 500, and he’s in the lead.
A curse uttered in 1422 sets two families against each other – each side determined to destroy the other. Now, Zan Courtland, unprepared for the task, must face off against her foe – who also happens to be her boyfriend.
Cheer camp had ended an hour ago, but Suzanne Courtland, called Zan by anyone who didn’t want her in their face, was still hanging around. She bounced up from the warm metal bleacher and went in search of her boyfriend. Luke “L-Mac” MacGregor was the quarterback for the Landry Wildcats, an uber-cool guy she’d dated for the last six wondrous, exciting, happy months.
They were the “in” couple, the one all their classmates envied and what all the others wanted to be. When school began in two weeks, Zan knew everything would be absolutely perfect … if L-Mac would just hurry up.
“What’s taking him so long?” she wondered aloud.
She had so much to do tonight, and he’d promised to come with her. They were going to the mall, to search out the last of what they needed for school.
“Two more minutes, and then I’m gone.” Right this very second, Zan would have cheerfully walked away from L-Mac and never looked back.
Everyone pays for the mistakes of their family, but for Ciara Tressa Lafferty, that particular mistake happened almost sixty years ago, and nobody will forget it. She's constantly compared to her great aunt, and even worse, she looks like the woman.
A senior in high school with a great future ahead of her, Ciara has no clue what this Halloween holds for her. That it's the anniversary her great aunt’s disappearance is just one more annoyance as she discovers her boyfriend's great grandfather refuses to let her move on with her own life. Then Ciara finds herself thrust in a nebulous existence within her own body when Tressa Anne Lafferty, her great aunt, possesses her. Ciara tries to break free, but Tressa refuses to release her until Ciara discovers the secret hidden within the charred remains of McLaren House--a revelation which will rock the whole town.
The sense of time gathers speed. For so long, she dwelled in limbo, awaiting the moment when she would reunite with him. He brings conflicting emotions. Tressa loved him, yet he killed her. Logic dictates that she must hate him.
Her death came about not because he loved her, but because he had to hide his acts, what he had done to ruin his family name.
Duke Turkin was incapable of caring about anyone but himself. The only things he really loved were power and money.
“It’s time, Duke,” Tressa whispered into the humid, velvety night air. “Can you feel it? I’ll make sure that you don’t escape me this time. We’re destined to spend eternity together.”
1955, the year that she died, has long since vanished into the mists of time, along with the innocence of that time, but that innocence was a façade .They hid from the ugliness of the world, but what was done in the days leading up to All Hallows Eve was about to re-emerge. Tressa had awakened, and she was bent on revenge, no matter the cost, no matter who she used.
Lorelei loses what’s left of her family close to graduation, but she still has Mama to lean on, or rather she has Mama’s ghost. At first, Lorelei ignores the opinion about her boyfriend, Chase, but then she figures out he is acting strangely and has a new tattoo covering a scar he never had before.
Chase, however, isn’t one to give up on a girl. He dumps them not the other way around, until Mama’s ghost gives Lorelei the strength shut him out of her life.
“Never let a boy take advantage of you, baby girl. That’s one of the most important things I wanted to tell you afore this disease took me, but I never had a chance.”
A tall, slender seventeen-year-old girl stands under the shady branches of a majestic oak tree. Lorelei Perrijames crouches down in front of a tombstone. With a finger, she traces the name on the cold, unyielding granite: Bethany Elizabeth Perrijames.
“I still miss you so much, Mama, even though you’ve been gone a year.” Lorelei sniffles. “I miss your hugs. Your silly jokes, like the day you told me my dress was caught in my underwear.” Even if I totally freaked, but that was part of the fun. “Mostly, I miss all the things you taught me.”
Sadness tinges her voice, and her finger continues to press against the stone. Her gaze moves upward, to where a misty woman smiles sadly at her.
“I graduate in three weeks,” Lorelei says, “and tomorrow–” A tear slides down her face. “–night is my last chorus performance, my last solo. I brought you a recording of today’s practice.”
Gods at play; humans at risk.
March 27, 1964, a 9.2 earthquake devastated Alaska and brought a tsunami that did further damage. Odin accepted his responsibility for this disaster and made a promise to Thor that he would never do such a thing again.
Fifty-three years later, Thor learns his father has returned to Homer, Alaska and is yet again in a destructive mood. What makes matters worse are two teens, Jessie and Jason Sørenson, are related to the Hnickar that continually entices Odin into being destructive.
Can Thor, Jessie, and Jason stop Odin and his Hnickar friend? Will another disastrous earthquake and tsunami finish the destruction begun more than half a century later?
He stood upon the sandy beach, the last rumblings of a devastating earthquake moving far off into the interior. Odin, King of the Norse Gods, shook his head in shame. He was responsible for this travesty and had no way to make reparations.
“Sir.” A man approached him cautiously, followed by a boy of about eighteen years of age. “Are you all right? I saw you tossed from the sea. Were you on a boat that was capsized by the earthquake
Faced with the loss of his immortality, Bewitcher Random A. Ransom has to defeat Mary Barron’s young assistants: Tuck Barrons, Earl Lee Farley, and Sue Anne Edwards. Confidant he can beat three kids, Random has no idea that the Johnson triplets have invaded the ranks of his brethren. These brothers have pledged their souls to Archangel Michael to rid the world of evil. What the Bewitcher thought would be easy isn’t so easy after all.
Random A. Ransom strolled out of the mine. A smile seemed to crack his craggy face. Thunder rumbled in the background, yet no clouds marred the beauty of the deep blue sky. He glanced around at the area outside his entrance into the netherworld and snorted.
“So ugly. I can’t wait until this awful beauty is gone forever.” He laughed, a choking, guttural sound. “Time to get to work.”
High up in the Rocky Mountains, a day’s buggy ride from the city of Denver in 1861, a small town nestled among oak, aspen, and sycamore trees. Two mines sat above the single street, providing the residents with a more than comfortable living. Birds sang in the spring air. Trout leaped in a lake just west of the town. Deer and elk grazed within sight of the residents. All was good for those who chose to live here, away from the dirt, crowds, and crime of the city most had lived in before moving here. They felt they were safe.
Jack has plans for his girl on Valentine’s Day. Lea hides a horrible secret from everyone in her new hometown. Not to be outsmarted, Valentino comes between the teens. Can Jack and Lea stop the demon before midnight of Valentine’s Day?
He presses harder on the accelerator, his foot twitching inside his sneaker. His is an easy life, one he’s taken for granted for years, but now… now… things are so different. Jack Byers lives only for Lea Wright.
Jack comes from the richest family in Landry. They live on a hill, overlooking the valley where most of the town barely exists since the recession began, yet he’s never really been as bad as the rest of his family. Sure, he has movie star good looks, with his shoulder brushing mink brown hair, green eyes that tend to sparkle with repressed laughter, and a build that put him on the football team long before he entered school.
“Gotta hurry.” He glances at the clock on the stereo of his hot Mustang, wincing when he sees that he only has fifteen minutes to make it to school. “I won’t have enough time to track Lea down if I don’t get moving.”
The surprise he has planned for his girl will drop her jaw against the tile floors of Landry High School. Of that, Jack is so sure that he’s betting their relationship on it.
Oh, Lea, you have been so good for me. I was such a jerk until you came around.
Anne-Marie gets the surprise of her life, on the eve of passing over her duties as the Seer of Wallis County, Georgia. The pond where she and her friends have skinny dipped for years begins spewing out ghosts, all demanding that she bring to light the terrible events that have been hidden beneath the watery surface. What’s worse than ghosts demanding assistance just when she’s ready to shake the dust of this area off her feet? The owner of The Pond, or rather a member of his family, who happens to be the sheriff. Can Anne-Marie uncover all the secrets of The Pond, or will she be stuck in this county forever?
Beneath the murky depths of the pond, a great stirring was beginning. Those who had inhabited this waterway, some for more than a century, others for less than ten years, were awakening.
She is here.
Our salvation is at hand.
Call her… call her.
The great secret that had been a part of Wallis County for so long was about to be revealed. No one would escape the implications of murder most foul or hiding those who had perished either through natural means or “misadventure.” Unanswered questions of a few would soon have resolutions that would turn neighbor against neighbor and render families apart as they defended the people behind the great secret.
She is here.
At the pond.
We must discover that.