I’ve got a massive backlist out there, but I’m focusing mostly on my indie releases now, which a lot of my readers haven’t heard of yet. So we’re going to be putting up excerpts of the indie work I’ve done—both full length and short collections, each Wednesday, to encourage you to give my new work a try.
Today’s excerpt comes from Maudlin’s Mayhem.
Series Page: Bewitching Bedlam
Book Page to find buy links: Maudlin’s Mayhem
Bedlam has a population of about six thousand people, and we also boast one of the greatest magical schools for witches—Neverfall Academy. If I was born during the current day, I’d give just about anything to attend there.
Life’s a lot different for young witches today. When I was born, the witch hunters were rampant, searching for my kind to burn us at the stake, string us up, drown us. Torture was par for the course and we did our best to hide.
Of course, most of those killed by the Inquisition weren’t really witches, but innocents who were disliked by their neighbors, or who had enough money to matter. Once branded a heretic, the accused land owner lost their land, their money, and most important—their lives. And the Church grew rich. Tom and I ran from them, always keeping a hop and a skip ahead. But the fires and the witch hunters followed us, raging across the continent and into England.
Anyway, those are dark thoughts for dark days. I met my best friends back then—Sandy, who went by Cassandra, and Fata Morgana, who was even more wild than I was.
After my Tom vanished, Sandy and Fata helped me hunt down and destroy the vampires who were feeding across the countryside. Then, finally, the fires I drove them out with ended up scorching my soul. After that, the three of us ran wild, partying, hanging with the satyrs and the nymphs. Finally, the madness dissipated and we moved on to new things and new lives. Fata disappeared into the mists, but Sandy and me? We stuck together, best friends forever.