The Witch is Still Hungry
Book Two deepens the darkness. Book Three is coming.
I’ve been dreaming about Twila Stith again.
It’s not the gentle kind of dreaming—where she’s standing in my doorway at 3 AM, blood on her hands, asking if I remember what happens when you try to unmake a soul. It’s the kind where I wake up tasting red clay and knowing exactly which page of the journals she’s reading, which truth is going to split open beneath her feet.
Night of the Mother does that. Gets under your skin. Makes you wonder if the voice whispering in your head is your own or something that learned to sound like you.
If you’ve walked with Twila before, you know survival is never clean. Memory doesn’t return in order. Love can become a deadly weapon without ever meaning to. What waits in the dark is often intimate, familiar, patient.
Mother goes even deeper—into the violence, into Twila’s unraveling mind, into the gothic romance that blooms in the shadow of corruption. Where blood magic rewrites history and the journals reveal that some monsters aren’t born—they’re made by the people who should have loved them most.
I don’t always feel like I wrote this novel.
Sometimes I feel like I stepped into its hollows and became part of the land.
If you want to meet Twila at the beginning, the door is still open. Start with Night of the Moon Witch . It’s on Kindle Unlimited right now, waiting in the hollows where poetry becomes prophecy and the moon witches remember your name even when you’ve forgotten it. Then let the mountains teach you how to read what comes next.
If you’ve already finished Mother—if it kept you awake, if you found yourself reading just one more page because you had to know what she would choose—consider leaving a starred review on Amazon. Reviews are how books like this find the readers who are looking for them, the ones who understand that Gothic horror is not just atmosphere, it’s reckoning.
And if you’re already bracing for the end, pre-order Night of the Others.
Twila will have to travel to the past to retrieve what was taken from her. To become whole for the first time. I’m not certain what that wholeness will demand in return. I’m walking toward it myself.
The mountains are waiting.
The witch is still hungry.
And Twila’s fighting for her soul.
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