The Ramsay family moved to Coulden Wells dreaming of a quiet country life. But the moment they passed the village boundary, they were doomed to be part of fate. Because Coulden Wells is not the pretty English hideaway it seems…. Continue Reading →
They called me the Changeling babe, Not quite a girl, not quite right. Through needle eyes I saw other realms and went wild dancing round finger trees. I jumped the Naiad, on a green bowing branch, and sang to the… Continue Reading →
‘When shall we three meet again, in thunder, lighting or in rain?’ ‘Well you usually get all three together. I’d check the weather forecast.’ Lynda, mother of the witches three, shrugged her hood off and glared at the young girl… Continue Reading →
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