The witch girl

HELLO!” A young woman with red curly hair bounded up as Millicent and Barbara headed to the church, laden with fruit, flowers and foliage. Observing her brightly coloured sweater, hand-knitted chunky

YOU shouldn’t be here, I’m afraid. It’s private property,” Rosamund said distractedly, hearing footsteps behind her and barely glancing at the man approaching the house. She’d only arrived at Riverdal

Thanks for coming in today, Bea,” said Jason, the commissioning editor at Bluestone Press, where Bea was interviewing for yet another assistant job. “We’ll be in touch.” “Okay, great,” replied Bea, fo

IT was a day every bit as beautiful as autumn is supposed to be. The sky was blue and the air felt warm, holding a hint of distant woodsmoke. It was a perfect afternoon for a walk in the country, so w

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape