Maggie lifted her long black sleeve and stared at the stinging tattoo on her left inner forearm. It hurt like hell, but she hadn’t flinched. An exquisite Celtic war horse, it reared up on its hind legs and kicked out with its front. The body was solid black, the mane and tail, a rippling white and black ribbon of Celtic knots. It had amber eyes and nostrils that flared like an angry dragon. When a third witch vanishes from Vancouver, the witches of Hollystone Coven spin a charm to catch the killer. But spells spin ripples and in the ensuing chaos, an innocent girl gets caught up in the charm. As obsessed with the killer as the killer is with him, their high priest, Estrada, vows to find the man and stop him. A Wicca coven. A terrifying prophecy. A seventeen-year-old girl and a serial killer hunting witches. Can Estrada stop him or is he too caught up in the charm?

As one of you has spun the charm, now none of you are safe from harm.One who all felt they could trust, breeds deception cloaked in lust.One will gain their heart’s desire; while yet another pays with fire.Before the dark of winter night, four souls pass over into light.Once begun it cannot end, but circles round as circles bend. W.L. Hawkin weaves threads of Macbeth, ancient Irish myth, and edgy love into this mysterious urban fantasy. Exciting, Earthy, and Ethereal … An intriguing plot that offers an intelligent portrayal of Wicca, faeries, love, and a beautiful connection with the magic of Ireland.