Witches Get Stuff Done (Starfall Point #1)

by Molly Harper

Riley’s feet made contact with Starfall for the first time, sending a bolt of lightning sizzling through her system. She felt ill all over again, and it took all her concentration to stay upright and in control of her limbs as a strange energy rippled from the ground to the top of her head.

The Nana Grapevine was Starfall’s social media before such a thing existed—an invisible network of well-meaning-yet-competitive grandmothers who shared everything they knew via actual landlines in a constantly escalating news cycle.

You are not alone in this house. You never will be.

What in the Sam Elliott’s mustache horror movie hell was happening here?

“Blood contract with the doorknob’ isn’t even the weirdest phrase you’ve said today, is it?” she asked.

Since he was a child, Edison had loved how stories were like shoes, each person preferring their own style, their own fit. Sometimes, you had to help people try on story after story, letting the discarded ones pile up until they found the right one.

smirking while he plucked books off the shelves at random and put them back out of order. There was not a more sinister microaggression towards a librarian.

“It’s not a penis,” Caroline scoffed, her gaze dropping to the two-inch white marble fragment in Riley’s palm. “Holy hell, it looks just like a tiny marble penis. Your aunt Nora literally left you a dick in a box.”