When a few too many meaningful coincidences start circling Fable’s quiet corner of town, she realizes Thornbroom Hollow may not be as sleepy as it seems. And she still has a big decision to make about what she found waiting for her that few seem to know about.
Balancing midlife reinvention with magical responsibility wasn’t exactly in her five-year plan. Neither was a talking axolotl who prefers mystery novels, a white cat who may know more than she does, or a certain observant police chief who keeps appearing at suspiciously inconvenient moments.
But magic in Thornbroom doesn’t rush.
It nudges.
It waits.
And it expects its Keeper to listen.