Witch Is When It All Began (A Witch P.I. Mystery, #1)

by Adele Abbott

Her concern was no doubt fuelled by the high number of yarn thefts in the area.

I felt sorry for him because he looked so sad.” It turned out that psycho looked an awful lot like sad.

If my track record was anything to go by, ‘my type’ was a lying, cheating, unreliable narcissist.

We had a kind of love/hate relationship. I hated them, and they loved to hate me.

According to her, I didn’t have an ounce of tact. That simply wasn’t true. It wasn’t my fault that they were all incompetent asshats.

Kathy was twenty nine; four years older than me. We were nothing like one another in terms of appearance or personality. That was hardly surprising because I was adopted when I was a baby.

The most evil sup of all was known as The Dark One. No one knew who he was or even what type of sup he was: werewolf, vampire, wizard or something else. His true identity was a mystery. He was extremely powerful, and had a small army of supporters who were known simply as Followers.

Grandma looked every bit like the wicked witches I'd seen in fairy tales. All she needed was the pointed hat, and she could have graced any Halloween party.