Any Witch Way You Can (Wicked Witches of the Midwest, #1)

by Amanda M. Lee

She was four feet, eight inches of raw power – and general disdain for everyone. She reminded me of a hobbit – without the hairy feet. Actually, I don’t ever remember seeing her feet – so it was entirely possible they were hairy.

“No. She’s definitely crazy. She’s still family, though, and in this family we don’t chastise the crazy, we embrace them and love them for their eccentricities.”

“I thought you were becoming a vegetarian?” I asked Thistle. “Not on pot roast night,” she said.