
How to Flirt with a Witch
by Tiana Warner

Ebonie Woodhead says she’s no witch. Well, she would, wouldn’t she? But there’s something about her eyes, and the way she speaks, that tend to make one think that she is very much a witch. Oh, and the fact that the rather foul smelling Nailpot Peppersalt and his friend the Dirty Rascal want to rip her apart and throw her into the knucker hole to feed to a water serpent doesn’t help either. What on earth has Sassie Selander got herself into this time? A sort of unfairy story. Seems fair.