Candace Osmond

Nov 6, 2024 | authorcandaceosmond.com | Candace Osmond

“A witch ought never be frightened in the darkest forest…because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”–Terry Pratchett1523, Somewhere in Europe“Where are you going?” Lenora demanded. Watching Aunt Elise pack a light satchel once again weighed heavily on Lenora’s mind. She didn’t want her aunt to leave, not without some sort of explanation.

Nov 6, 2024 | authorcandaceosmond.com | Candace Osmond

Warning: This is a Halloween special edition book about witches. This chapter, and most of the book, contains descriptions of nudity, sexual acts, violence, and dark magic. If you’re cool with that, read on!Chapter One – A Stolen Heart“A witch ought never be frightened in the darkest forest…because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.”–Terry PratchettBeing a witch had its ups and downs. But, if you asked Lenora, it would mostly be ups.

Nov 6, 2024 | authorcandaceosmond.com | Candace Osmond

“Just like the moon, she had a side of her so dark that even the stars couldn’t shine on it. So cold that even the sun wouldn’t dare burn against it.” – UnknownI tipped my head back and closed my eyes as cool night air floated in through the open window of my stone-cased study. It caressed the back of my throat, mixed with the inhale of my cigar. And that’s when I could smell her coming. Could see her in my mind for hours now. The young Summer Fae traipsed through the Dark Forest in search of me.

Nov 6, 2024 | authorcandaceosmond.com | Candace Osmond

A Throne of Burning EmbersIronworld Book ThreeByCandace OsmondChapter OneThe line between alive and living was vast. In fact, you could be alive and not live at all. Trust me. My body lay in a strange bed, in a strange room, hidden in a place no one knew existed. The Isle of Serene, an island sanctuary for witches. Oden’s mother created it. He and his brother kept it safe after her death. That much I overheard while I curled toward the wall for days. Only stirring to go to the bathroom.

Nov 6, 2024 | authorcandaceosmond.com | Candace Osmond

Chapter One“Life asked Death, why do people love me but hate you? Death responded, because you are a beautiful lie, and I’m the painful truth.” – UnknownThe clocks did not stop. No guardian angel took her by the hand. Nor did her life flash before her eyes. The only light in the living room was dappled, orange-red and gloomy; the last slivers of sunset peeking in through her old, nicotine-yellowed window blinds.