What good is a witch without her magic? Puddlebrain, Gemini and Edna are witches. Unfortunately, after an incident with the mayor and a family of silverfish, they've all lost their magic. When a sinister shadow begins to abduct the villagers and then her sisters, Puddlebrain, with only the obnoxious gnome Billy for help, must venture deep into the heart of Grimace Woods to save them. But, what can a powerless witch, the baby of the family at only 352 years old, really do? **BOOK ONE OF THE SHADOWMOSS CHRONICLES**

***Now featured on Wattpad Multicultural Vampire Werewolf & Paranormal Reading List*** Magic grew in the wombs of women. This had been suspected for quite some time, since how can a being create another being? It was magical. After occult beings along with other oppressed groups earned their freedom from a General who became a Queen, their Matriarch, let this be known: In the image of the Goddess they were made. Women were the creators of creation and pure power flowed through their veins. But not all believed this concept and stuck to their old ways. They became known as Mundanes. Those whose eyes opened and embraced their birthright became witches, fairies, nymphs, and mermaids. But this is not a story about these magical creatures. Not at all, is a story about a young girl on the brisk of adulthood, with hardly any magic at all, who defied everyone and became Queen. Story Status [] ONGOING [ ] 1ST DRAFT [ X ] EDITING/REVISING [ X ] COMPLETED Author's notes: 1. This is an ongoing novel. 2. I am currently editing Act three and will soon mark this complete. 3. Thank you for reading. 4. If you've enjoyed the story please leave a comment and/or vote. 5. If you did not, please leave a comment letting me know what you didn't like. ***I appreciate all feedback and will use it to strengthen my writing, the story, or simply cry in my shower. (last part was a joke, to see if you were reading ;-)

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