Welcome to Sunday Blog Share! Today, we’re talking siblings. Brothers and sisters are special. They may fight with each other. There may be endless days of tension while they assert their individuality, but they will always stand beside each other in times of trouble!
Three teens living in three very different times find themselves searching for ways to deal with a mysterious presence demanding that they do as he demands. Each of these teens shies away from this Bewitcher, for reasons of their own. They’re also bothered by images they see of others in different times but always the same place.
Faced with the loss of his immortality, Bewitcher Random A. Ransom has to defeat Mary Barron’s young assistants: Tuck Barrons, Earl Lee Farley, and Sue Anne Edwards. Confidant he can beat three kids, Random has no idea that the Johnson triplets have invaded the ranks of his brethren. These brothers have pledged their souls to Archangel Michael to rid the world of evil. What the Bewitcher thought would be easy isn’t so easy after all.
High up in the Rocky Mountains, a day’s buggy ride from the city of Denver in 1861, a small town nestled among oak, aspen, and sycamore trees. Two mines sat above the single street, providing the residents with a more than comfortable living. Birds sang in the spring air. Trout leaped in a lake just west of the town. Deer and elk grazed within sight of the residents. All was good for those who chose to live here, away from the dirt, crowds, and crime of the city most had lived in before moving here. They felt they were safe.
Sue Anne Edwards strolled along Grungy Gulley’s wooden boardwalk. She smiled at those she was friends with and offered a shy hello with those she knew but didn’t care for. Her life was one where she didn’t question authority nor did she ignore social mores. No one could ever say Sue Anne was anything but an obedient daughter, and a good friend.
She stopped in front of the bank. Her parents expected her home soon but she needed to wait for her brother, Peter. She peered through the dusty window only to find him busy with the manager, James Templeton—a man who often vexed her beyond redemption. He, his wife, and their daughter felt everyone should fawn over them, without any sense of returning the sycophantic attention, as they deserved adoration above everyone else.
“Goodness gracious, doesn’t Mr. Templeton have any sense of propriety?” A frustrated sigh escaped her. “Dinner will be cold by the time he stops talking to Peter. Momma will be most upset.”
About the K.C. Sprayberry
Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.
She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.
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