A four-year-old girl, Marily, lives happily with her parents, a good witch called Goodypie, and her husband Mr. Goodweather. One day while Goodypie was boiling some plants and flowers in her big cooking pot, Marily falls into the pot and turns into the notorious Badfreaky, the meanest witch!
Jessica Parker is smart, determined, and knows how to get things done. That’s great in her profession, but deadly when she unwittingly pushing the buttons of a rogue vampire.
When several suspicious deaths occur in the small mountain town of Flagstaff, Jessica jumps at the chance to further her career by finding answers for her viewers.
Liam McKenzie and his two brothers made this their home seven years ago. It’s quiet, the people are friendly and the population tends to be transient because of the college. It’s a great place to hide a secret. And with hundreds of acres of wild forest around them, it’s the perfect place for three Shifters to run wild when they need to.
Jessica doesn’t understand why Liam won’t cooperate with her. What’s he hiding? With every step, Jessica moves closer to the truth but unknowingly closer to danger.
Liam knows he needs to keep Jessica at a distance, but his inner wolf has other plans. How does he protect her without revealing his family secret? And if she discovers what he is, will she accept him or plaster him across the evening news?
Nine hundred years after the end of the world, a troubled human mercenary awakens Earth’s last surviving son from cryosleep; now she must protect him, both from the callous alien powers that have enslaved humanity, and the ruthless human fanatics that fight them.
Finally, having descended into the wash at the canyon bottom, I began to follow its drunkard’s weave for a good 100 yards. I was comforted by the fact that there were still a goodly number of boot prints in the deep, loose sand ahead of me.
Then, just ahead, there appeared what seemed to be the mouth of a fairly large cave with an elongated private entry corridor leading all the way up to it. I thought nothing highly unusual of it as these types of formations are quite common in this terrain. But as I drew nearer, something of a hoarder’s cache of colorful knickknacks began to emerge strategically, almost lovingly placed at exact intervals all along both sides of the corridor. There were: nineteenth century, long-necked cobalt bottles, naked lady brass and nickel hood ornaments, and Voodoo dolls with Bourbon Street Mardis Gras beads around their necks. There were both wooden Santa Clause and wooden snowman front yard Christmas figurines, “no parking”, “keep out”, and “no trespassing” signs, and on and on.
Had all this appeared abandoned would have been one thing, but this creation was extraordinarily well maintained. I remember thinking that the odds against seeing something like this would be greater than seeing a registered Poland China boar hog with female breasts on an Oklahoma pig farm. Needless to say, I became apprehensive at my prospects, and then… downright disoriented. Quietly tiptoeing, I climbed out of the wash bed onto a long, gradually upward-sloping sandstone ridge with excellent footing, all the while rubbernecking and keeping both eyes fixated on the mouth of that cave. At any moment, I expected some kind of Jed Clampett throwback to come bolting out the entrance yelling “Wee Doggies,” flailing the air withdouble-ought deer shot.
A man who’s lost everything makes a devilish deal for a ring that grants him three wishes—and soon finds out that getting what you want can be worse than losing what you had.