Burning Witches, Burning Angels

A novella.

"My grandmother used to say that in August of 1945, when the Carnells broke ground for their house on the corner of Ash and Shade, it snowed every day for two weeks. I've never bothered to check any meteorological data, so I can't verify the truth of that claim. And I don't want to. Not anymore. I prefer it remains part of the quilted tapestry of folklore that shrouds the Carnells from the rest of the world."

Burning Witches, Burning Angels is a story of young love. A story of the utterly inexplicable. A story of religion and madness and fate and the terrifying consequences these forces can all too easily usher into our lives.