“Are you a witch?” whispered Amanda.
“No. I”m your Great-Aunt Florence, and I’ve come for a visit.”
Little did Amanda know that her aunt was that rarest of all commodities: the last virgin in Beverly Hills. Continue reading
Could Mum, as a good Anglican, believe that such things as the Evil Eye and Ill-Wishing actually existed? And if they did, would Anglican prayers prevail against them? In short, what was she to do with the shaman’s warning? Continue reading
You can tell they’re back by the people on the ground. Almost without exception, they’re rubbernecking ~ their heads turned up at impossible angles, straining to catch a glimpse of Stanley Park’s famous herons. Continue reading