Witch of Shadows by A.N. Sage

Author:A.N. Sage [Sage, A. N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cauldron Press

“You’re a WHAT?” Peyton screeched so loud, I had to cover my ears.

I had just finished telling her everything, well, almost everything, and she took it surprisingly well. If you don’t count her saucer-sized eyes and open mouth the entire time I was speaking. But I had to admit, as soon as I told my best friend I was a witch, I felt a million times better.

“A witch,” I said, “and please, stop screaming.”

Peyton paced the long width of her room for the trillionth time and shrugged. “Sorry, this is like, mind-blowing news.”

“I guess…”

“You guess? B, this is huge! You sure you’re not just screwing with me?”

“Pretty sure.” I rolled my eyes. “So, you got anything else to say except the yelling?”

My friend scoffed and ran to the small table tucked in the corner of her room to rummage through the stack of books atop it. While she searched for whatever it was her crazy mind locked on, I scanned her bedroom. For someone who hated the trust funders or anyone else with money, Peyton sure didn’t live like a squatter. Her bedroom was twice the size of the one I had in the guest house, with exposed barn slabs across the ceiling and wall-to-wall windows to match. The rest of her house was no different and I could tell as soon as I walked in that whatever business her father was in, he was doing well for himself. But somehow, I didn’t feel uncomfortable in their house. At least not as much as I did at River’s. Though I had a feeling that had a lot to do with the decor of the bedroom I now sat in, which was done in typical Peyton style and the fact that there were no witch hunters in sight.

The bed was a canopy bed—much like mine—but instead of the exposed wood frame, Peyton had hers covered in twinkle lights and a sheer purple gauze that draped over the sides. The bedding was multi-colored and there were so many cushions on top of her skull-printed duvet that I wondered how she had enough space to sleep in there. On either side of the bed stood two small tables, both a bright purple with hand painted black flowers lining the legs. Across from the bed sat a comfy black sofa that I now perched in, and next to it was a giant statue of a giraffe with Peyton’s clothes draped over its neck. The room was a mess and I loved it!

“Yo, you done in there?” I asked just as Peyton tossed a book in my lap.

She flipped through the pages and pointed to a drawing of a cartoon witch pointing her wand at an angry looking man. In the box next to it, the same witch was drawn smiling and the man next to her was now a nasty, looking rat. Above the drawing, the words “Smite Your Enemies” were sketched in.

“Can you do that?” Peyton asked, wide-eyed.

I laughed and closed the book with a thud.

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