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395 pages, Paperback
First published August 5, 2014

"Their massive trunks were so wide at the base that the trees looked like the round teepees of the Native American shamans who came to Georgia once a year to renew the sacred 1850 concord of Coven-Shaman Relations."
"I guess I can’t ever call life in Sandersville boring again, Katherine thought wryly as she ignored an itch in her eye that she firmly told herself she’d deal with later. She didn’t want to draw attention to her presence in the room now. Besides, it was more than an itch. As long as she ignored the sensation it would wait and simmer, like an itch at the corner of her eye. That itch that represented more than a space of skin in need of being scratched, it was the patch on her mind and heart that was holding closed a dark well ready to burst open with the rush of emotions boarded up behind its cap."
"The gator’s mouth might as well of been a flimsy stick..."
“He what? We’re tapping people’s phones now?” said Katherine.
“Not tapping”, huffed the fire marshal, “merely tracking activity. As you well know, the faerie are addicted to their phones. Won’t go anywhere without them. Which works to our advantage. It’s out only way this late in the game to know where the dark faerie gatherings will be tonight.”