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Witchling
By

Yasmine Galenorn


Dedicated to:

Samwise. For love. For life.

I promised you a touch of my magic as part of my wedding vows.

I think we've managed that.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thank you to: Meredith Bernstein, my agent. You truly believe in me. Thank you for that, more than I can
ever express. To Christine Zika, my editor, who saw the potential in this series. Thank you to my
husband, Samwise: Honey, it's just getting better with every year.

Thank you to Glen Hill for helping me with the Japanese translations and information I needed. To Lisa
Croll Di Dio, Brad Rinke, and Tiffany Merkel, each of whom listened to a little of this crazy world I've
managed to create here and convinced me that my trip into la-la land was worth the journey.

Thanks for the support from my Witchy Chicks Blogging Group. To Mark W. and his furble Maggie, the
feline inspiration for Maggie the gargoyle. To my own cats, my little Galenorn Gurlz. To Ukko, Rauni,
Mielikki, and Tapio, my spiritual guardians.

Thank you to my readers, both old and new, for spreading the word about my books, for continuing to
follow me on this trail of words I leave, for reading in a world filled with other entertainment options.

You can find me on the net at Galenorn En/Visions: www. galenorn.com or you can write to me snail
mail (see website or via publisher). Please enclose a stamped, self-addressed envelope with your letter if
you would like a reply.

In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.
тАФCARL G. JUNG

How do you commence to start to begin an almost new kind of writing, to terrify and scare?

You stumble into it, mostly. You don't know what you're doing, and suddenly, it's done.
тАФRAY BRADBURY
CHAPTER 1

Seattle is gloomy most any day of the year, but October can be especially rough in the bad weather
department. The rain pounded down from silver skies, slashing sideways against the windows to form
rivulets that trickled down the glass. The water pooled at the bottom in puddles, collecting in the
depressions where the weeds had thrust through the cracked pavement. Luckily, the door to the Indigo
Crescent was elevated by a slight ramp, just enough to keep customers dry as they entered the shop.
That is, if they didn't manage to slip off the edge and land their besandaled foot in the puddle like I had.