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Four years ago, Magicfall happened: a gargantuan release of wild magic into the world. Everything changed. All the creatures of fairytale and myth came out of the woodwork. Enchanted forests sprouted and spread millions of acres. Never-dying tornadoes danced across plateaus. Mountains rose and fell. The world turned inside out and chaos ruled. Then the Witchwar began. An effort to exterminate humanity to give witchkin–magical creatures–back their world. Though many people died or were transformed by wild magic, in the end, the Witchwar failed. Cities continued to stand, and newly created technomages fought back with technomagic.

Now things have started to stabilize. There’s a tense peace between witches, witchkin, and humans.

Welcome to the new Portland. It used to be one of the weirdest cities in the world. Now it’s so much more so, and so much more dangerous and interesting.


The Witchkin Murders

Magicfall Book 1
BelleBridge Books, June 7, 2019
ISBN-10: 1611949521
ISBN-13: 978-1611949520

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Praise for The Witchkin Murders:

This book was fascinating. I was enthralled by Kayla and how she dealt with what Magicfall had done to her . . . . if you like to read great characterization, conflict and resolution then you need to read this. My highest recommendation. ~Beauty Sleuth-Book Diva

Four years ago, my world—the world—exploded with wild magic. The cherry on top of that crap cake? The supernatural world declared war on humans, and my life went straight to hell.

I used to be a detective, and a damned good one. Then Magicfall happened, and I changed along with the world. I’m witchkin now—something more than human or not quite human, depending on your perspective. To survive, I’ve become a scavenger, searching abandoned houses and stores for the everyday luxuries in short supply—tampons and peanut butter. Oh, how the mighty have fallen, but anything’s better than risking my secret.

Except, old habits die hard. When I discover a murder scene screaming with signs of black magic ritual, I know my days of hiding are over. Any chance I had of escaping my past with my secret intact is gone. Solving the witchkin murders is going to be the hardest case of my life, and not just because every second will torture me with reminders of how much I miss my old life and my partner, who hates my guts for abandoning the department.

But it’s time to suck it up, because if I screw this up, Portland will be wiped out, and I’m not going to let that happen. Hold on to your butts, Portland. Justice is coming, and I don’t take prisoners.

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