It was the first day of autumn when I came to Blackbird Castle, the trees copper and green, pumpkins growing along the ditch by the side of the road, a moon like a lidded silver eye already visible in the evening sky – in short, an excellent day for a witch to return to her ancestral home.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ The House Witch by Delemhach
When Miriam Blum’s life changed forever, she was holding a chain saw in both hands, a bottle of glitter glue between her teeth, and standing in an empty warehouse over an antique bed frame.
Monday’s First Sentence ~ Buried in a Good Book by Tamara Berry
