What Devilry is This?
Mature Magic Book 1
Psst! Can I tell you a secret? Midlife is a c-r-a-z-y ride. Not what I expected at all. But, I’m having a ton of fun in between the…you know…near death experiences and bladder-testing moments of complete terror.
How did midlife get so out of control? All I wanted was to make my own mark on the world. Start my own business to celebrate my freedom from an uninspiring marriage. What did I get instead? I have a bat in my belfry. Not a metaphor…a REAL bat. I’ve got a woods in my back yard that’s full of something dark from my nightmares. I’ve got a sexy neighbor who seems to appear out of nowhere. And my best friends, yeah, they’re witches. What the..?
My life has become a carnival and I’m sitting at the top of the long drop for the biggest roller coaster.
Things are hairier than my chin. And midlife is definitely not shaping up to be calm and graceful.
"I think the author is a witch! Great book with some wonderfully original characters and a story with some laugh out loud moments that left me with a case of the warm and fuzzies and a smile still on my face ten minutes after I finished it. It must be magic! I will definitely be looking out for more in this series in the future."
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With the gentlest heart and purest soul, though Fates above will take their toll, the Lares’ guard will oversee, a kindly protectorate for thee.
A guardian does her petitioners cherish,
For all that evil would not perish,
And with a hand made sure with magic,
Stays the destructive winds and tragic,
Keeps them safe from wicked forces,
Allowing for the natural courses,
And if she fails, her plans amiss,
Her actions drawn by Faustian wish,
If every soul within her purpose,
Embraces right o'er evil service,
The Lares’ magic makes them whole,
Although the fates will take their toll,
An understanding forged with love,
Shall know her bounty from above,
A devil’s bargain met and dashed,
A terrible cost, a danger vast,
When all seems lost and death is nigh,
And in the end, a child’s faint cry,
A faithful guardian’s touch will quiet,
A terrible foe, emotions riot,
Extend her hand to sever vice,
And ease a soul not once but twice,
One by one and two by two,
The Lares’ resolve will see it through,
And when at last death’s courses run,
The Lares’ tears will see it done.
