Althea Plume
Murder & Magic on the Mesa
Earthquake, schmerthquake. That rumble at the Grand Canyon? Sorry, that was me. Unearthing a corpse on an archaeological dig can really rattle a girl’s broomstick. Especially when she's a fresh witch still learning to manage her magic without catastrophic aftershocks.
When mom hinted I was a witch at age 13, I assumed it was a commentary on my attitude. But those childhood tales of talking mirrors and mystical mudpies were real. Just like the body dug up by my feline partner, Thornfield—Thorny for short.
The unwelcome visitor at my dig site? An unpopular land developer. Every living soul in town has a motive. The problem: My witch’s intuition tells me the culprit may not be among the living. Or have a soul. If Thorny and I don’t crack this case fast, the whole canyon will be rocked by a metaphysical meltdown … and the next body unearthed on this mesa could be mine!