Daughter Of Witches — Patti Larsen

The Crow

I glanced at Henry where he preened his glossy feathers before tucking his wings neatly behind him, cocking his head to one side, shining black eye fixed on me.

“Ethie,” he croaked.

I reached up and stroked his head, glancing down again at the glass at my feet, taking note of the image. With a sickening twist in my stomach I realized I likely looked like a young Viviana Tepes, that very same nasty piece of work who got me in this mess in the first place, the ever-present crow on my shoulder.

Awesome. Didn't bode well for dear old Ethie Hayle, did it?

While her growing power continues to terrify her, Ethie's faith in Creator, in her family and in herself falters while, helpless to stop what's coming, she chases after her former locketmate with the growing certainty that nothing will ever be the same and, win or lose, she just may not be able to accept who she's becoming…