Rehab is for Witches Anthology
Published By- SideStreet Cookie Publishing
Publication Date- October 31st, 2014
Welcome to Little Raven: an unsullied, beautiful woodland hamlet in the heart of the Midwest. The sort of place where furry creatures romp about and spend their days bursting into song.
Actually, that’s a giant pack of lies.
Little Raven is a town…for witches.
And some of those witches might have bent the rules. A teensy bit. When six magical miscreants dabble with black magic, they end up together at Incantations, the town’s rehab center for witches gone awry. It’s a slap on the wrist for naughty witches. Pretty much a daycare center so they don’t wander off and start turning people into newts on a whim. Each witch must work through her addiction to black magic, and follow the tenets designed to lead them back to the path of the straight and narrow, as boring as that sounds. Even if following the tenets sucks worse than a group round of kum-bay-ya. Which sucks. Horribly.
We will admit we are powerless over magic—that our lives have become unmanageable.
We will make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of the Goddess as we understand Her.
We will make a searching and fearless moral and magical inventory of ourselves.
We will admit to the Goddess, to ourselves, and to another being the exact nature of our magical wrongs.
We will make a list of all persons or beings we have harmed, and become willing to make amends to them all.
We will make direct amends to such beings whenever possible, except when to do so would injure them or others.
We are entirely ready to bow before the Goddess and have Her remove all our defect of character, even at the risk of being entirely stripped of our magic.
But this is just the start. There’s something rotten in Little Raven, something that seeks to take all the magic it can, and devour the inhabitants in the process. It will take the strength and power of all the witches to defeat the darkness seeping into their town, beat it back, and be rid of it forever…and maybe just make it through rehab while they’re saving the world.
The Authors & Titles-
Tara S. Wood – A Trunk Full of Peril
Tyffani Clark Kemp – A Diary Full of Names
Cynthia Valero – A Cauldron Full of Goodbyes
Miranda Stork – A Closet Full of Demons
J. A. Howell – A Basement Full of Secrets
Elle J Rossi – A Suitcase Full of Revenge
And here is Miranda Stork’s Top 5 Favorite Things
*Note: (I don’t know if these should be in any order or not, so these aren’t, really.)
1. Prehistory! Yeah, I know it sounds boring. I love prehistory though, and I’m currently studying to become a museum curator. There’s something magical and mysterious about all these people who came before us, but we know next to nothing about them, even though their actions shaped the world we live in now. Figuring it all out is a bit like plotting a book, so it’s not so different to writing. 😉
2. My laptop – I couldn’t do ANYTHING without my laptop. I have all my work, all my secret Christmas gift lists, and all those useless ‘favourites’ stored that I always forget to look at for crafty stuff.
3. Pizza – I believe there is nothing more delicious in the world than a proper thin-crust (I hate deep-pan) margarita, tomato and basil pesto pizza. If I was only allowed to eat one food in the whole world, this would be it.
4. It’s not a ‘thing’, exactly, but my friends and family. It sounds like a sappy answer, but it’s the truth; they really are up there on my favourite things (or people, rather). I’m really close to my close family, and we can talk about anything – same as my close friends, really, who are more like an extended family of mine.
5. Rainy afternoons and evenings – I love autumn for the rain (well, I love autumn, really!), as it means you can go outside in a fresh, cold wind and rain wrapped up in your coat and splash in puddles like a child, then come home to a warm house, hot chocolate, and a marathon of your favourite movies or TV shows. (And maybe pizza – that would really complete it!)
I’m Miranda Stork, and I’m addicted. Addicted to writing and reading books, anyway. And chocolate, but that’s another issue – no interventions, please.
I live in the middle of a forest in North Yorkshire, spending my spare time as the wild woman of the woods, scaring small children and upsetting the sheep. On the days that I feel like being civilized, or I haven’t got any unicorns to ride, I sit down and pour the tumbling thoughts in my head out onto digital paper. Mainly the thoughts and characters come out in paranormal form, with a good smattering of romance, because everyone likes a good cuddle. But you can also find strong elements of thrillers, myths, and even dystopia amongst the pages of all my novels. I’ve wanted to write books ever since I first realised that fairytales were not the newspapers of the fairy kingdom, but the imaginings of actual people who wanted to tell fancy made-up stories to other people. From that moment, I was hooked.
Why do I write? Good question. It might be easier to just keep the stories in my head, or even just to write them for myself. But I want to share them. There is no greater delight for a writer than when a reader devours your book, and declares, “Something in that novel resonated with me. And I want MORE.” So grab your lucky clover and a baseball bat (there’s some nasty paranormal creatures where we’re going), eat the cookie with ‘eat me’ tagged on it, and enter through the tiny door into the world of Miranda Stork…