Clara Edwards is a rich woman with a rich son. When the boy falls in love with a powerful wizard Clara feels she needs protection. Trevor Harrison is a psychic in a world of magic. Does he have what it takes to protect Clara from unseen danger?
Owen looked around the diner. “Why is it that humans insist on nostalgia for time past? I lived through the 50’s, the hatred and fear. Why emulate it now?" Owen added cream to his coffee, but left the cup on the shiny linoleum tabletop. “They don’t care about the time or even the history, just the aesthetic. You know, poodle skirts and saddle oxfords. It’s easy to remember things the way they weren’t.
Owen looked around the diner. “Why is it that humans insist on nostalgia for time past? I lived through the 50’s, the hatred and fear. Why emulate it now?" Owen added cream to his coffee, but left the cup on the shiny linoleum tabletop. “They don’t care about the time or even the history, just the aesthetic. You know, poodle skirts and saddle oxfords. It’s easy to remember things the way they weren’t.
Mundanes and other supernats tend to expect a certain look from their hired witches and if a few well-placed scarves, a lack of overhead lighting and a plethora of old books meant that I got to charge twice the price for my work, who was I to argue.
Mundanes and other supernats tend to expect a certain look from their hired witches and if a few well-placed scarves, a lack of overhead lighting and a plethora of old books meant that I got to charge twice the price for my work, who was I to argue.
