Who doesn’t love a mythological beast? The stuff of nightmares, legends, and campfire stories since the dawn of humanity.

Olivia attempted to sigh but it involuntarily came out as a groan. So much for that nice bubble bath and bottle of wine she had planned for the evening. That scene in her mind evaporated and was replaced by an image of herself drinking lukewarm coffee and working from home late into the night.

She knew it was there, she could feel it staring back at her. She stared back defiantly, trying to will the monster to see she wasn’t afraid.

Morwenna was finally being assigned the mentor under whom she would apprentice for the next ten years, in order to become a witch. She was elated, as the Matching Ceremony was the rite of passage that signified her graduation from the Conservatoire. And she couldn’t wait to leave the school behind.