coup. After saving the murdered king’s son, the foursome takes
shelter with a traveling theater troupe, hoping to stay in hiding
until the Prince is able to reclaim his throne.
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time, Malinda looked longingly out of the small kitchen
window as she slowly and steadily stirred the small bubbling
cauldron on the fire. Being the castle’s head witch did have its
perks- this wasn’t one of them.
Being the perfectionist she is, Malinda insisted on making all
of her concoctions herself. She couldn’t abide having anyone
else tinkering with her precious ingredients and recipes, not
even Alice or Justine, her two closest friends. Alice didn’t
seem to mind her finicky ways, though Justine’s curious
demeanor had landed her on Malinda’s ugly side on more
than one occasion.
A quiet, respectable witch, Alice Seawall was the matriarch of
the Scotsea tribe. Though it was Malinda who was the head
of the entire coven, the Anu Scotts, Alice acted as executor,
carrying out her many requests. Justine was Alice’s protégé,
though a naïve and fanciful one at best.
The Anu Scotts were known as An-Kishar witches (An-Kishar
meaning “the joining of Heaven and Earth”) and were widely
sought out over other branches of witchcraft, due to their
peaceful nature and ancient knowledge. Malinda, Alice, and
Justine served King Randir and the entire domain of Andar in
all matters from the trivial to the crucial.
With a few more deft turns of her enchanted ladle, Malinda’s
remedy for the King’s cousin, the Duke of St. Clair, was finally
ready to bottle. Why he’d asked for a hair enhancement tonic
was beyond her, though. He had locks even some women
were jealous of. But, she had learned early on not to question
royalty. She was especially reluctant to even deal with St.
Clair, but she really had no choice; he was the king’s closest
living relative, after all. Corking the intricately inscribed glass
vial, Malinda sent it floating into the next room to land on
Looking up from her books and scrolls, Alice eyed Malinda.
“You know,” she said, “you could just walk it over here. I’m
only five feet away. Or better yet, take it to him yourself, this
time. I’m not even close to being done transcribing these
Souring, Malinda replied, “Oh, fine. I’ll do it. That
pompous Duke had better just take the bottle and let me on
my way, or so help me, I’ll turn him into a… a…”
“A cat-dog?” supplied Alice, not even bothering to hide her
“Yes, Alice. A cat-dog, so he’ll always be at war with himself.”
With that, Malinda wrapped her woolen green cloak tighter
around herself and went off in search of the handsome, yet
devilish, Duke of St. Clair.
children. She and her husband live in the heart of the Midwest, USA,
in a place Ashlie likes to call, “The Land of Corn and Beans”.
She has lived there all her life but may plan to move North in the
near future. A unique childhood and a passion for the written word
have served as motivation and inspiration throughout the years.
Always the writer, Ashlie can often be found asking inappropriate
questions, staring at seemingly nothing for hours on end, and
generally being completely socially awkward. Her biggest wish is for
people to look past their differences and start treating each other
as the one, single race we are- HUMAN.
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