Mists Over Mosley
“Witchcraft,” the Assistant Chief Constable said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“A witches’ coven in Marldale.”
The tiny village of Upper Marldale is being overwhelmed—by a mischievous coven of witches. Neither believers nor non-believers can explain why the church clock winds itself up without assistance, why a row of winter cabbages is suddenly struck down in the night, or why not one cat in the village ...
“Witchcraft,” the Assistant Chief Constable said.
“I beg your pardon?”
“A witches’ coven in Marldale.”
The tiny village of Upper Marldale is being overwhelmed—by a mischievous coven of witches. Neither believers nor non-believers can explain why the church clock winds itself up without assistance, why a row of winter cabbages is suddenly struck down in the night, or why not one cat in the village ...
