Someone needed to guard the city…
… Kennedy wished it didn’t always fall on her coven.
The Fae always played tricks on humans. That’s where the witches of Boston stepped in to keep the peace.
Problem was, Kennedy found herself outnumbered and outgunned. Light, Dark, Outcasts, the Fae come in many flavors, but all love to torment humanity.
One false slip of a spell might be the secret world’s undoing.
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Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Urban LifeI am an established writer with over 30 publishedd novels in various SF/F sub-genres. I look forward to increasing an international presence in the publishing world.
Kennedy crouched low behind the facade of the abandoned gothic building. Below, the streets were full of revelers celebrating Saint Patrick’s Day. Even the residents of the Italian section of Boston, the historic North End, became Irish one day a year. Any excuse to party was enough. Not that they needed a reason to celebrate and carouse, most pubs were busy on any day that ended with a Y.
Nighttime in March, the frost still hung in the air. Many of the revelers shed their outer layers, having imbibed enough alcohol to compensate for the freezing temperature. The wind caused cheeks to turn pink, while the liquid did the same to most noses.
The freezing breeze tousled Kennedy’s short bangs that poked from under her black hoodie. Even though the black sweatshirt screamed emo cliché, the garment achieved its intended task. The color helped break up a silhouette against the night’s sky, making a body difficult to spot from the ground. The norms didn’t need to know about magic children running about the rooftops of the city. They had enough problems keeping tabs on their day-to-day lives without wasting concern on the forgotten few that made the dark places their home. Those leftovers from eons long gone.
Kennedy was out tonight because of a rumor. The street spoke of a creature out to cause some mischief under the cover of darkness. It was not the task of the coven to monitor the magic and the creatures, but it was better to know who caused trouble before The Authority came looking for answers.
There was an uneasy truce between the Fae, the witches of Massachusetts, and the norms. Kennedy had caught wind of a plot to create a false-flag attack in the North End to grow the war between two competing groups of Fae. If The Authority found out about the brewing war, the ramifications would be bad for all magical beings.
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