The Hawthorne Witch

<p><strong style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>Sometimes I'd rather shield my eyes than see darkness in light.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>It was my senior year at Hawthorne University when everything fell apart. I mean all my witch friends got along fine-sort of. But I was nervous about my love life. I just had to get into Hawthorne's graduate program because my boyfriend was going to be a professor. I didn't want to lose him. I didn't want to lose anyone.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>And things got weirder. A witch was threatened with sacrificial murder. Another witch spent all day murmuring to herself in the center of a circle of candles on a pentagram she painted in her dorm room. It all pointed to the wicked witch of the Abaddon coven. If I was right it might just take a full-fledged witch showdown to stop her.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(51 51 51 1)>So? Bring it on. What did I have to lose? Just everyone I love. And maybe my soul.</span></p>