American witch Calliope Orm entertains a hag for a trade of a small clump of her white locks for a traveling stone. The night of Samhain, the stone sends her flying into the past and right into the arms of the Shelbys. Fate had given them true magic. No gimmicks. Just pure luck. "When Fortune Drops Something Valuable Into Your Lap, You Don't Just Dump It On The Bank Of The Cut." Calliope has a mind to show her strength And got a right to speak her mind She was gonna pay for this They're gonna burn her at the stake But she's got a fire in her veins She wasn't made to fall in line She wasn't made to leave her fate She's never gonna fall in line. "She's got a set of pipes that could move mountains, that one. Yeah? A nice pretty white canary... You should have her sing in one of your clubs, Tommy." "That's the idea, Alfie."