S H Marpel: 86 books

Where I had come from, how I had got here, I didn't know. All I knew were my powers, the one's I knew from my childhood. The one's I'd spent my youth learning and perfecting. Witchcraft that could kill someone, or save their life. But now I was here in a strange world, different people,...

One too many. And I couldn't remember last night, either. Both unlikely for a witch. But my powers were still here. Well, sort of. And that's all I remembered. Not my name, not how I got dressed (or un-dressed) like this. Or where I was. Helluva hangover, especially for...