J S Malcom

Dark Coven Rising J S Malcom

I used to think the scary part would be finishing school and finding a job. Then again, I also used to think I was human.

Getting hold of the first talisman nearly killed me, so I'm not exactly pumped about starting round two. But if I understand the Empyrean Witch rules correctly, I either claim all three talismans or die trying. Still, it's not like I have a choice as the power of the Dark Coven keeps growing. Word on the street is that more and more witches keep flocking to join them. Which means it's only a matter of time before they wipe out those of us who remain. And the only way to fight them? Claim the talismans to unlock my demigoddess powers. Sure, no problem. Ah, the good old days, when I was stressed to the max about mid-terms and papers.

Soon, it looks like my Shadow Order team might just be onto something. When a fae monk points us toward an island where everyone mysteriously vanished, I suspect her instincts are probably on the money. Sure, I got a psychic ping when she told us, but I'm also getting a feel for this game. By which I mean that my demigoddess ancestors chose the most deadly locations possible to hide the talismans for posterity. In other words, me. Hey, thanks guys. We should really do this again sometime. That is, if I happen to survive.