As Spitfires roar overhead and a dark figure stalks the village of Woodville, a young woman will discover her destiny . . .
Faye Bright always felt a little bit different. And today she’s found out why. She’s just stumbled across her late mother’s diary which includes not only a spiffing recipe for jam roly-poly but spells, incantations, runes and recitations . . . a witch’s notebook.
And Faye has inherited her mother’s abilities.
Just in time, too. The Crow Folk are coming. Led by the charismatic Pumpkinhead, their strange magic threatens Faye and the villagers. Armed with little more than her mum’s words, her trusty bicycle, the grudging help of two bickering old ladies, and some aggressive church bellringing, Faye will find herself on the front lines of a war nobody expected.
WHAT DID I THINK
I have always had a bit of an interest in the world of witches and all it betrays but have never read a story about them until now. As soon as I read the blurb I was hooked and couldn’t wait to engross myself in this story. Even though this was set during the war it could be any time, in fact even now in the woods by your house. Do I believe in crow folk? Can you say they don’t exist? I think I’m getting carried away but that is how this story made me feel. Anything is possible and I cannot wait to read the next book in this series.
It will also make a great Christmas present for that relative who has everything and is so hard to buy for.
Mark Stay got a part-time Christmas job at Waterstone’s in the nineties (back when it still had an apostrophe) and somehow ended up working in publishing for over 25 years. He would write in his spare time and (he can admit this now) on company time, and sometimes those writings would get turned into books and films. Mark is also co-presenter of the Bestseller Experiment podcast, which has inspired writers all over the world to finish and publish their books. Born in London, he lives in Kent with YouTube gardener Claire Burgess and a declining assortment of retired chickens.
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