"Bewitched is spell-binding! A highly-unique page-turner that hooks you from the first paragraph. With complex characters and unexpected twists and turns, Harris delivers and leaves you hoping for more!" - Stephanie Keyes, author, The Star Child series
Is it love or is it witchcraft? He’ll never find out if he kills her first.
The first time Darren saw Samantha, she was floating above his high school gymnasium during a basketball game, invisible to everyone but him. Next time he sees her, she's sitting in front of him in class, wowing his friends and causing unexplainable things to happen that only he seems to notice. But things really get strange (and complicated) when his dying grandfather tells him that he is part of an ancient order, the “Pessum Ire,” whose duty is to destroy witches. What does he do now, since he’s almost positive Samantha is a witch…and he’s crushing on her pretty hard?
Mark Harris lives in Smithfield Utah, a small town located in a beautiful valley in Northern Utah. His wife, Shaundale, and he have four terrific children, two girls and two boys and a fifth one due to arrive in November of 2012. Mark has taught English and Special Education and currently works from home teaching English to people from all over the world. Writing has always been his true passion since he was a grade schooler writing about mushrooms. "Bewitched" will be his debut novel. He has two others underway and will soon start on the sequel to "Bewitched," called "The Return of the Familiar." He hopes you enjoy his work because he is working on several series geared toward younger audiences.
“Listen to me, and do my bidding,” the sorcerer commanded.
“Speak, my master,” Ulkobach spat. “But I will destroy you!”
“Tell me of the Magnitus Grimoire of Moloch.” Boldly, the warlock pushed his blood stained hand forward, and the demon recoiled.
“It contains the spells of Baal, the epistles of Samyaza, the journals of the Grigori, and the history of the Niphilm, Cain’s birthright.” The beast glared at his master from the haze of red that swirled about him.
“Then it does exist outside of the Appensus in the world of men?”
The beast swayed and glared at him, unwilling to answer.
“Answer me!” demanded the warlock.
“Yes,” the demon spat. “Yes, Moloch’s Grimoire exists in the world of men.”
The dark wizard grinned eerily at this information. “Do you know the world of men?” he demanded of the creature.
“No,” it replied. “I will skin you with the sharpened edges of your femur. Then I will hang you in a tree and glut myself on your blood!”
“You’ll do no such thing. I am your master. Now tell me where to find the Magnitus Grimoire of Moloch.”
The creature snarled. “In the world of men!”
“Where in the world of men?” the warlock bellowed.
The demon shook its gigantic head as if seeking the answer from deep inside and not finding it. At length it growled, “Moloch hid the Grimoire in the Valley of Hidden Skins.”
At these words, Samantha nodded at Clara. They had found the right location. There was no doubt about that.