Day after day I rise and weep for the world outside is so cold and yet, I am to believe that this is not true but tis the truth. The lost soul of one who I teach, reach and give is a battle unto himself and I am the lone warrior who must defend myself from him, for he knows not what he does and when I reach for help there is none to give nor receive…for I am by myself in this. When I revel in my successes I call to those most dear to my heart, but goes on bended ear, none shall hear and so I weep. It is those that I speak of, those who I’ve known all my life that I weep mostly for, for I, the accused, am blamed for the attendance I give not and yet, when I call out to them they hear me not and so I weep once more. It is now that I must contemplate what I desire most and that is my happiness and so I shall. You shall not hear from me again, nor feel the warm embrace for I who so willingly gave to you and was shunned, close up the walls and lea
Where the most influential coven reigned, has now met its match... Birthright is a novel that opens the door on family secrets. Both Kane and Candra are locked into a shared past neither of them can escape. Evil is everywhere waiting to pounce. Candra must decide who is a friend and find out what her birthright really is. When everything in your life is lost, whom can you trust and who will be there to pick up the pieces and help you put them back together, family or a stranger.