Candy Witch's Testament, sample-3

Silvia Through Night, book one sample- 5

Wisteria Company- 7

A new work: Something New, Something Old, Something Borrowed, Something Blue-9

Kyndle's evolution-11

More about the author-12

Read More-13

Candy Witch's testament:

Breaking News: The witch climbed up on stage to testify in court! This is her story: “I heard the door knob crack. I couldn’t tell if someone had taken it off, or if I had just filled it with too much caramel again, and it had fallen. A crunching sound came from the roof. A bit of gingerbread dust fell on my nose. The sugar window broke, and I called out. “Who is this, eating my house? Don’t you know it’s rude to come unannounced?” A piping little voice, much like that of a tricky harpsy, responded. “I couldn’t care less, go avay, before ve eat you zoo!” See, a harpsy feels a little like a child, but they are tasty and tricky. I hadn’t encountered a child in years, I couldn’t tell

the difference! I popped my head out the window, my blind eyes closed and told the things to come inside, to eat and rest. You know, harpsies are dreadfully thin, the harpies steal everything from them, so I fatten them up before cooking them. The critters did, and they practically ate my whole pantry! Now, they didn’t make as much of a mess as normal harpsies do, so I thought I might keep them as pets. But it was the final straw when they started eating the sugar crystal and marshmallow beds! I threw the dreadful little imps in a cage and put the bigger one in the hanging cell. I kept feeding him, but he put a bone in my face 

everytime I tried to pull him out to give him another chance before I finally decided to cook them. The girl was constantly squealing, and I decided that if she had so much energy, she could help me make a pie. I was gone for a few days, collecting ingredients for my delectable squish berry pie! You see, it has this apple syrup glaze and-Ah, sorry. Well, when I got back, I had a bit of a fever, and fevers always make it hard to tell if the oven’s right hot enough. I asked the girl, and she said it was almost there. I wasn’t so sure, and asked again. “Quit wasting zime, vitch, and give uz our pie!” Right rude of her. She didn’t even bother to ask my name. “Check yourself, and put your hand in.” I was feeling a bit better, so I did. She pushed me right in, and closed the door! I was quick to cast a fire protection spell, but the little rascals went and ate the rest of my house and ran straight home! I came after them, once I got out of the oven, but those imps had big crocodile tears, wailing to someone, their mother, I assumed. “She zried to make us inzo dumplings!” “Ya, and she zried to vatten us up vith zis vread!” I had never given them bread, I gave them cakes and muffins, and other things, but never bread! I have also never tried to make dumplings, I’ll try that sometime. I’m not German, to those of you whispering about! I’m English. 

Silvia Through The Night, book one:

“You’re what?”

“Silvia, don’t be angry-”

Silvia, her electric blue eyes rimmed with violet, laughed out, “Angry? I’m not angry. I’m absolutely furious.” Her sister’s ears lowered at Silvia’s bitter tone. Silvia immediately changed tones. “Rayne, I’m sorry, but we don’t have the money right now, we can barely afford my tuition fee, much less a baby. I’m not going to ask you to abort. I know you want this, and I’m going to support you. I’m not mad at you… I’m mad at the

man who put his grubby little hands on you.” Rayne’s eyes twinkled with laughter. “Grubby? Really?” Silvia braided a lock of hair nervously. “Rayne, there isn’t room for you to work more. It’s not possible. The Mango Dango sweetshop is taking all of your time, so I have to get a job.” Rayne shook her head vigorously. “No, Silvia, you’re a minor. A sixteen year old! You wouldn’t be able to get any work done, not with the time restrictions.” Silvia’s eyes remained steady, as if waiting for her sister to see something she didn’t. Rayne’s eyes widened as her eyes turned a sharp yellow. “You can’t. I forbid it. You can’t become a criminal just to help me!” The doorbell rang through the sisters’ ears, and Silvia caught a whiff of macha and onigiri. “It’s Hime and Ponori. 

We’ll finish this later.” Silvia quickly opened the door to see the twins, and brought them to the living room, where a profusion of Rayne’s

plants served as furniture. “So?” Silvia questioned, her blue eyes curious. Hime, in her usual pink and white ‘japanese school girl’ outfit, squirmed excitedly. Ponori, in a similar outfit of blue and white, flushed. 

“In six months-” Ponori started.

“-There will be a tournament-” Hime continued.

“-With the competing school!” They finished together.

Silvia blinked. “Is there a prize?” Hime groaned, “You and your cash prize thing. I know our mother underpays, but sometimes the prize is the act itself, you know?” Silvia fixed her with an unamused stare. “Are you going to explore the city at night?” Ponori asked, taking in Silvia’s black leggings and hoodie. “Yeah… I’m going to try and find a job.”  Hime nodded. “I heard there’s a lady named Panther, she can help you!” Ponori poked her twin. “Panther isn’t real! Just a rumor,” She turned to Silvia, “but you could be a street fighter.

Wisteria Company:

The woods were dense and dark around the clearing. Twinkling lights floated between branches, dancing on petals. In the center of the clearing, standing proud and strong, was a single wisteria tree. The purple flowers glowed with their own ethereal beauty, gently gracing the roots woven into two thrones. The birds sang, filling the air with a sense of joy and awe. Anyone who heard the flying choir would have guessed that someone was playing one of Mozart's pieces, if they had not seen the little creatures. The soft chiming of the fairies fell into the tune, like a piano to a violin. The nearby stream lent the air its freshness, the faint whiff of the spearmint and lavender growing on its banks emphasizing the comforting aura of the forest. The wisteria’s smooth aroma made the soul sigh with contentment. The vanilla that bloomed on the branches of nearby trees earned the air a blissful sweetness. The grass was like silk, cushioning any who should happen to rest there. The earth lent warmth to the body