Time marches ever forward, unmindful of the humanity it condemns to death, looking only to the future. What if someone had the power to not only stop time, but reverse it?
White magic. Gray magic. Black magic. A witch is a witch. Right? Samantha never meant to cross the line. Hell, she didn’t even know a line existed. All she wanted to do was make sure John noticed her. Dabbling with the herbal magic her grandmother taught her doesn’t seem wrong. Especially when it produces results.
Notes From Christine
- Am I still writing? Short answer: yes.
Long answer: yes, yes, yes.
There was a smidgeon of time where I could write full-time. Not so now. Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE MY DAY JOB(S)! But the common sense need for affordable health insurance that didn’t require a $10,000 deductible crashed into my daydreams and forced me to get a job ...
- Welcome to my new website! Hi and welcome to my newly revised website! I hope you like the updated look. I can’t take credit for its design or development. That all has to go to my bartender/computer programmer/Renaissance Fair devotee friend, Jamel. Without her gentle prodding and devoted programming, this site would still be crippled by my now very outdated ...