The Sorceress

He smelled like oranges and peppermint and if those pale, gray eyes didn't stop looking into my soul I was going to blush so hard he'd know I was having inappropriately hormonal thoughts for a sixteen-year-old faced with the model-handsome visage of a guy her mother's age.

Sigh. It had to be Piers Southway himself who took my case in hand, right? Not that I'd want anyone but looking into the particular conundrum I'd found myself in, all transmuted into an old gold locket with an increasingly bitter and cranky girl who might or might not be losing her mind.

No comments on who was which. Or witch? Sigh.

Ethie's growing concern over the young woman who shares her confines in the gold locket have to take a back seat when full-power paranormals start disappearing, while she struggles to reconcile her connection to the latent children who are as trapped as she is. When she realizes how vulnerable their kind are, and that someone is targeting their specific abilities for their own use, Ethie knows only she has the knowledge to save the marginalized souls who may, ultimately, be the biggest threat to the Universe yet.