Followers of this sporadic blog won’t be surprised at the two-and-a-bit months’ gap since my last post. It seems I go into hibernation more often than a narcoleptic tortoise.
However, in my defence, m’lud, this time I have been silent but working, as opposed to silent but deadly.
And the thing upon which my labours have been expended is this: my debut novel.
An ancient curse.
Not quite what Dominica Tort is expecting when her friend dies. But then her friend was the most powerful witch in the country: the Matriarch of the University of Nature, where witches have been trained for longer than history can remember.
A new Matriarch must be inaugurated, but who will it be? Nothing is certain until the envelope’s opened – and not even then. Especially when one candidate disappears and suspicion falls on another.
And what’s the shortbread cottage all about?
As Vice-Matriarch, Dominica must save not only people’s lives, but the future of witchcraft itself.
For once in my life, modesty is not going to forbid me from saying what a cracking read this book is. It’s a witty and hugely entertaining tale of witchcraft, mystery, murder and baking. If you don’t believe me, have a look at the five-star reviews on Amazon. It’s even been compared to the work of Sir Terry Pratchett, for heaven’s sake – and more than once!
The author is deeply flattered and thrilled by this comparison, and chuffed to little mintballs by the reviews. And she’d be even more chuffed were you to consider buying a copy.
Please buy a copy. I’ve told you my real name and everything; that’s got to be worth something, hasn’t it?
Plus, if you buy this one, you’ll be helping to not only fund the next one, but you’ll keeping myself and Mr Fanshawe in sausage and mash.