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ABOUT WITCHLIGHT Holly has been mortal all her life. Now at thirty-eight, her fairy godfather arrives to tell her she’s a witch, and suddenly she's having to come to terms with the uncertainties of an alarmingly magic-fuelled world. Magic is not like it is in the books and films, and Holly starts to doubt whether her fairy godfather, Partridge Mayflower, is the fey, avuncular charmer he appears. When appearances are magically deceptive, Holly cannot afford to trust those closest to her, including herself. Accidents start to happen, people die, Old Magic is on the hunt, but in the age-old game of cat and mouse, just who is the feline and who is the rodent?

PRAISE FOR J.S. WATTS Five-star reviews for A Darker Moon A dark magical realism novel from Vagabondage Press “A new twist on the Adam and Cain story, but it's a fresh and interesting take ... very thought-provoking. Watts has a knack of writing just the right words that I was entranced, pages flying by, I was so immersed in the story. So, if you're looking for a new author to try, or you like mythological fantasy, pick up A Darker Moon! It's well worth every cent!” ~ Minding Spot “Watts peppers her writing with exquisitely imaginative imagery, making this a wonderfully poetic novel, as well as a great read. 'A Darker Moon' is a book that will delight both hardcore fantasy fans and newcomers to the genre.” ~ Literary Ely “One of the best modern-day gothic mysteries you’ve ever read.” ~ J.P. Lowe “The writing … is lush and beautiful.” ~ Harriet Goodchild for Heroines of Fantasy


CHAPTER 1 The cat was studying the mouse with considerable interest. Only a few seconds before, it had had its claws hooked into the soft flesh, but, being a cat, its mother had scrupulously taught it to play with its food before eating. So, it had released its trembling prey in order to watch it run and squirm some more before the final and inevitable conclusion to the age-old game of cat and mouse. The mouse ran, the cat leapt, sharp claws once again sank into the mouse’s flank, strong teeth closed around skin, flesh, and bone, and the mouse, with an almost relieved sigh, plunged into the eternal blackness of the final mouse hole. The cat licked its lips and wandered off in pursuit of further feline gratification, thus missing out on a truly startling event, at least as far as the mortal human world was concerned. Then again, it was a cat, so perhaps the event would have been less surprising than failing to catch the mouse, had that happened, which of course it hadn’t; it was a cat, after all. Twenty seconds after the cat vacated its spot in the darkest and most secluded part of the field, a blob of pale turquoise light appeared a metre or so above the grass, expanded in volume and brightness, and then disappeared with a barely audible poof! leaving in its place a short, dapper man in well-washed blue jeans and an extremely bright and ever-so-slightly twinkly turquoise shirt. He patted himself down, smoothed his already immaculate auburn hair, and walked across the closely cropped combination of grass, thistles, and nettles towards the back of the houses overlooking the field. His intended destination was the somewhat rampant looking garden at the back of number sixty-six Basingfield Lane in which Holly Jepps, the owner, was currently attempting to tame some long-untended grass.

Holly remained unaware of her impending visitor until he leaned over the back fence, coughed politely, and in distinctly over-emphatic tones said, “Hi Holly, good to meet you. How’s it going?” Holly looked up with a start, a look of puzzlement on her face, and a handful of grass cuttings in her left hand. “Erm, hello? Can I help you?” “Oh, no, no, no, no, no! It’s me who’s come to help you, girlie.” And with that, he jumped over the fence—or to be precise, he levitated over it—but Holly, being a pragmatic, levelheaded woman, saw it as a jump. To be honest, as a woman two years or so off the milestone of forty, she was rather more surprised at being called girlie than by the pseudo leap. Though, as she was also fairly short and was used to being patted on the head, both metaphorically and literally, by people of more extended height, her initial reaction was actually an internal “Heightist, patronising git!” She revised this slightly as she realised he was little taller than she was and then further revised it when it occurred to her that both her garden and her personal space were being invaded by an unknown and unduly familiar man. She reached for the lawn rake, just in case. “No need for that, girlie,” said the small, twinkly man. “I really am here to help you. I’m your fairy godfather.” The silence that followed this announcement was dense enough to cut with a lawn mower. More explanation was clearly needed. “Although, to be precise and, leaving out the issue of sexual preference, I’m actually a witch rather than a fairy.” Holly briefly debated whether to hit him with the lawn rake before legging it to the kitchen door, or just run as fast as she could for the door prior to locking it firmly behind her. The man seemed to sense her thought processes and eyeballed her pointedly before clapping his hands and releasing a sizeable charm of goldfinches from between them. Holly remained rooted to the spot. He clapped his hands again, and Holly found herself sitting at her kitchen table with a mug of hot coffee in her hands. Opposite her, the man was juggling yellow coloured gemstones, which turned into canaries, flew upwards, and disappeared. “I think, young Holly, that we need to talk.” ~


A Darker Moon

Abe Finchley is a damaged man, an orphan with no roots, and no family ties. When he finally meets the woman he has been looking for all his life, he finds not just love and passion, but a dark and violent family history that spans generations into humanity’s deepest past. Eve is the woman of his dreams; but dream is just another word for nightmare, and Abe knows all about those. Amidst a confused web of lies and secrets, Abe is trying to discover who he is and make sense of what he may become. More than just his future and his newfound love is at stake. When he discovers that he has a brother, a man bound by divine destiny to kill him, Abe is going to have to make a difficult choice. A choice that might redeem the world. A choice that just might destroy it. A Darker Moon is a dark, psychological fantasy. A mythical tale of light and shadow and the unlit places where it is best not to shine even the dimmest light. From Vagabondage Press Where ever fine books are sold.


J.S.Watts lives and writes in the UK. Her poetry and short stories appear in a diversity of publications in Britain, Canada, Australia and the States including: Mslexia and Polluto and have been broadcast on BBC and Independent Radio. She has three published books to her name: a full poetry collection, Cats and Other Myths a multi-award nominated poetry pamphlet, Songs of Steelyard Sue, (both published by Lapwing Publications) and a novel, A Darker Moon - a dark literary fantasy, (published in the US and the UK by Vagabondage Press). Further details at:

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Witchlight by J.S. Watts  

In this humorous urban fantasy, Holly has been mortal all her life. Now at thirty-eight, her fairy godfather arrives to tell her she’s a wit...