We have powers, but with limitations.
In a perfect witchy world, that works like a charm.
But the witchy world isn’t perfect.
Witches don’t always follow the rules, and when they don’t, bad things happen. Like Cassandra Bloom’s death, for starters.
Holiday Hills residents, magical and humans, were afraid of Cassandra. She was the bad witch in every fairytale, the one with the ugly wart and long, stringy gray hair. But she didn’t just look scary. She was scary.
Sure, everyone in town might feel secretly relieved Cassandra’s no longer with us, but they’re missing the bigger picture.
Cassandra didn’t die of old age. She was murdered.
And now I’ve got to figure out the why, how, and who before the killer strikes again. Until I do, no one in Holiday Hills is safe.