"I want you to look into this for me. Find the Witch. Find the girl."But the only trace of Raeesha was a single hair, on a pillow inside a chalked circle surrounded by magical implements. The Witch, too, was missing, and the guards assigned to her were lying dead, in a room spattered with blood.There seemed no way of learning who was behind the disappearances, or the mysterious plagues which assaulted the city, a rain of fire, and a rain of blood.(Volume 2 of A Foreign Shore).Second place winner of the 2016/2017 Reader Views Literary Awards, category fantasy. See the author page: https: //www.facebook.com/Forrest-Johnson-1305943179552668/?modal=admin_todo_tour