Light witches and Dark witches. Humans. Food shortages. Wars. A murderous Splinter group. Thank you, Mother, for the fine mess you left me. Everything around me is beginning to crumble, but I have to convince the people of our – no my – Society I have everything under control. That I am the righ...
I’m alone, in a room, with a Sensitive. Probably in a house full of them. I’m a sitting target with nowhere to run. I slump into the couch as if punched. This is not at all what I expected. All these years, I’ve lived surrounded by Sensitives. Completely oblivious. Bethina...