The Debutants
“Greetings, stranger,” Frankie intoned, her voice throaty and full of laughter. “A perfect evening to meet your doom, no?”
Peggy sighed, grinning.
“So dramatic, Frankie.”
2023
The Glass Slipper on the Stair
A few steps below, something glinted in the silver moonlight.
Was that…?
Prince Edmund scrambled back to his feet, dislodging Wizard Linford’s hand. He descended those few steps.
It was a shoe.
Witches? What Witches?
To the east of the town of Birstwick on Rye stretched the golden fields of grain for which the town was named. To the west stood the dense, dark growth of the Old Forest.