10.8 Trials
Shama: The three of us (plus Frey, of course,) enjoyed our time together. After the pancake feeding, we played a couple of games of hide and seek and a sort of musical chairs in which…
Shama has found love and family—but as secrets surface,
she must fight to protect everything she holds dear.
A young witchling tries to make her way in Tinkle Town, but life doesn’t go smoothly even with a magical cat, a beautiful stallion and a family that wants to call her their own.
Shama: The three of us (plus Frey, of course,) enjoyed our time together. After the pancake feeding, we played a couple of games of hide and seek and a sort of musical chairs in which…
Shama: I guess from Sheila’s reaction that she not only wasn’t a practicing witch, but didn’t seem to know that she was potentially one. She was still sitting there on the bench. She hadn’t bolted…
Shama: There was something about Sheila that made me feel the oozing of her soul. She was wounded, having no longer any faith in herself. Old Mother would have known how to heal Sheila.…
The following new novel begins Book 2 of the Shama Series. Please first read: The…
Chapter One: I’d vowed to myself that I’d keep Frank in hesitant mode for a while, because you…
My carrot and black bean salad had suddenly lost all its flavor. I placed my fork beside…
The spat between Martha and Dr. Stevens, who’d never suggested that I call him by his first…
On the next day, while I was trying not to ponder Sheila’s upcoming visit, Dr Stevens dropped…
I wished that Martha had not decided on this adoption thing. I was too old, for one thing.…
Although the visit of Martha’s daughter was like a bad toothache, the worry always present, I…
The three of them entered through the front door with the kind of silence that seemed ominous.…
I scurried off to get dinner on the table. The cooking had actually been done earlier, but…
Okay, insulting my two little boys who were staring at her like they’d just been told that all…
I glanced again at Martha. Her face had turned stewed tomato red. I worried that she’d harm…
“What rubbish. The judge isn’t going to kill your father. Surely this town has more mercy than…
At the table, everyone was silent. Dr. Stevens stood up, pushed in his chair and said, “Will…
The boys had cleaned their plates, yet they still did justice to the big slab of cake…
I’d managed to finish the dishes, scrub the pans, and get the kitchen back into spit spot…
Frank: This wooing of Shama was going overly slow. I knew it was my fault. All of it,…
(Frank) “No, you’re wrong, Ben,” I said, giving him an amused smile. “If you married Martha, Grumpy Toes…
I prepared a heaping bowl of pancake mix. After the horrible evening, I figured that would be…
Before I could admonish the child, Martha stepped in. “You are absolutely correct, Carlo. I want to…
“I can’t believe it,” Sheila said, either talking to herself or to me, although I doubted the…
In the kitchen, I refilled our mugs, then filled a plate with some gingerbread cookies I’d made…
“I’m not really sure that my husband’s sleeping in the cot in that medical room,” Sheila said,…
“Why are you still here, Sheila?” Martha said, as she strode toward the doorway of the dining…
Frank: The prisoners were yelling when I walked into the sheriff’s station. The new guy, Sergio, had been…
Frank: The first part of the evening went slowly, as it was prone to do in places like…
Frank “I have no interest in hearing you preach. I believe that a person who takes up…
Frank: A grimace or two later, my mug of coffee was gone. I shifted my body in…
Sheila: I walked over to my mother’s new house the next day, hoping that the conversations she and…
Sheila: The girl seemed cheerful and remarkably happy to see me. Why would that be? I would have…
Sheila: I really didn’t know what to say to my mother. So far, although I realized that…
Sheila: My mother sighed, set down the platter of pancakes, and turned to glare at me. “If I…
Shama: The woman was terrified. I could see it in her eyes, those huge pupils so wide…
Shama: “Martha, I think Sheila’s really terrified,” I said, trying to get Martha to bring up her…
Sheila: The little boys were very sweet, trying to calm me as they were doing. The smaller…
Sheila: “The boys are rather sweet, aren’t they?” I said, surprising myself. I was still sitting on…
Shama: There was something about Sheila that made me feel the oozing of her soul. She was…
Shama: I guess from Sheila’s reaction that she not only wasn’t a practicing witch, but didn’t seem to…
Shama: The three of us (plus Frey, of course,) enjoyed our time together. After the pancake feeding, we…