Meg Anne Brighton Books

THE SORCERESS,  MAZIE MOON

THE FAIRY TALE

"Why are you clapping your hands?" Adam asked.

"It's a Shamanic practice," Mazie Moon said. "It enforces my magic.  It's in the air.  It's everywhere.  I spread it where ever I go."

"I don't think you understand," Stephanie said, cautious and dubious. "I'm not cursed.  I was falsely accused of being a witch."

"Trust me, you are cursed," said the sorceress as she reached for Stephanie's hand marking it with her finger.

Stephanie's eyes grew wide.  There was a mark on her and the sorceress had only used her finger. "What have you done?" she asked.  "Is this pagan? Are you really a witch?"

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