Zombie Bimbo Witch

By Patti Larsen

An Island in Peril

“You could go down with me, all three of you. Instead of holding your places as coven leaders.” Agnes stared into the swirling cauldron surface. “I should make you all go home.”

“We’re doomed without change,” Rosary said while tall Piper nodded and the normally bubbly Vine hugged herself. “Our Island will not survive much longer. And Constance refuses to do anything to save us that isn’t tradition.” Snorts all around. “We didn’t come here lightly, or to abandon you now. Act or let us leave this ancient place where once our real leader stood proud.”

“Lilith.” Agnes nodded again. The cauldron fell still a long moment and each of them shivered at the sorrowful wind that washed over them. The magic of the forest mourned that name, that loss, in a wash of grief that swayed them like trees in a wind. It passed, life returning, an eagerness seizing them all when the power renewed its purpose. Without speaking again, Agnes raised both hands over the churning water while it rose in utter joy to greet her waiting touch. “Let us begin.”

Prince Edward Island’s power is dying—without the lost magic of their deceased coven leader to feed it, it’s doomed to perish or be absorbed by another territory. When four rebel witches uncover a curse that hid the presence of an heir to that magic from them, they send for her to heal what has been broken. But this daughter of ancient power has spent her life outside all things witchy and it will take more than loyalty to the Island or the sisterhood to lure her home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Patti Larsen
• Release date: Jan 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781988700045

Patti Larsen

About me, huh? Well, my official bio reads like this: Patti Larsen is a multiple award-winning author with a passion for the voices in her head. But that sounds so freaking formal, doesn’t it? I’m a storyteller who hears character's demands so loudly I have to write them down. I love the idea of sports even though sports hate me. I’ve dabbled in everything from improv theater to film making and writing TV shows, singing in an all girl band to running my own hair salon.But always, always, writing books calls me home.I’ve had my sights set on world literary domination for a while now. Which means getting my books out there, to you, my darling readers. It’s the coolest thing ever, this job of mine, being able to tell stories I love, only to see them all shiny and happy in your hands... thank you for reading.As for the rest of it, I’m short (permanent), slightly round (changeable) and blonde (for ever and ever). I love to talk one on one about the deepest topics and can’t seem to stop seeing the big picture. I happily live on Prince Edward Island, Canada, home to Anne of Green Gables and the most beautiful red beaches in the world, with my pug overlord and overlady, six lazy cats and Gypsy Vanner gelding, Fynn.

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The Lovely Witches Club

Book One: Zombie Bimbo Witch

Patti Larsen

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Copyright 2017 by Patti Larsen

Series created by Renee Laprise and Patti Larsen

Purely Paranormal Press

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Chapter One

Magic woke, stretched, yawned into the late afternoon and the peaceful corner of the wood where long it slept. But what prompted its return to awareness? Pink tendrils of power unwound from deep beneath the earth, the crushed needles and heavy moss. Seeking the source of its awakening with gentle curiosity.

The sun dappled trees gave way to dark orange light while dusk washed over the forest path. Black robes caught the edges of the remaining illumination in flickers that seemed to absorb into the lush velvet folds, passing over shoulders and cowls, across the tips of the brooms they carried deeper into the quiet of the wood.

She led them, flashes of blue satin lining appearing as she moved, her narrow toed shoes gliding over the hard packed red earth, floating as if she barely touched the ground. And though the four figures moved quickly and with seeming purpose, nature didn’t shun them or their intrusion. If anything, they were welcomed, observed with ancient delight, sent on with the trill of birdsong and the chattering interest of watching squirrels.

Fearless nature was of these women, for they were witches. And the magic of that place exhaled the last trace of sleep, rejoicing in their return.

The tallest witch trailed behind, her head down, the lace overlay of her cloak swallowing her completely, despair in the very fabric of her covering, in the carriage of her body. She did not react to the wakening power though it prodded her shoes, tugged at the hem of her robe like a playful kitten. She kept pace instead, mournful, her long, shining hair swinging loose. One pale hand swiftly returned the stray locks to their place within her cowl, as though exposing herself to the world meant failure of her purpose.

The power scooted ahead of her, to the next in line. Perhaps here it could gain attention, notice. But she, too, seemed engulfed in sorrow and distraction and the pink mist of the magic’s reach sadly shifted forward once more. It felt their loss, their