Molly is a 15 year old girl visiting her eccentric aunt in Salem, Mass. When people around her start dying she uncovers a link to the Salem Witch Trials. Can Molly stop the killings before someone else dies?
Kathleen gives an overview of the book:
“Pull over here mom,” Molly O’Claire was half out of the door before the car had stopped. The Atlantic Ocean in all its glory stretched out for miles in all directions. Waves that were tipped with foam bubbles washed up onto sun-drenched sand and washed out again to leave imprints of the bubble behind. Blue skies interlaced with cirrus clouds spoke of fair weather in the days ahead. Molly sighed with the sheer beauty of it. She kicked off her shoes and waded into the cold water. “Isn’t it beautiful mom?” she called to the woman who waited near the Jeep on the shoulder of the road. Mary waved to her daughter. Molly’s red hair blew wildly about her face. She held it back with one hand as she laughed. “Come on Molly, Sarah is waiting for us.” Molly waved to show she heard her then smiled as she spotted a starfish on the beach. She picked it up and tossed it back in the water. “Come on, let’s go.” Molly retrieved her shoes from where she had thrown them and walked barefoot up the slight hill to the Jeep. She brushed her sandy feet off before she climbed back into the passenger side. “That was awesome, “she said as she buckled her seat belt. “I love the ocean. I hope you get the job so we can live on the beach. Maybe I can find a part-time job too, you know babysitting or working in a store.” “I hope I get it too. I want us to be closer to Sarah, and you know how I feel about you working when you are in school.” “I know. School is my job right now,” she grinned at her mom. “Hey, can I practice driving?” “No, not right now. You don’t know these roads.” “Neither do you,” Molly said under her breath. Her mom gave her a look. Molly smiled back at her. “We haven’t seen Aunt Sarah since she started renovatating the bed and breakfast in Salem two years ago,” she said as Mary pulled off the shoulder and back onto the road. “I miss her even though I don’t always agree with her choices.” “Did you have that twin thing going when you were little?” “What twin thing?” “You know, secret language all that. One of the girls at school said that twins have a psychic connection.”
Her mom laughed. “I’ve heard of that too but I don’t believe it. We never had a secret language either.”
Molly considered for a moment then abruptly changed the subject. “I can’t wait to see her bed and breakfast. I bet it’s cool.” “I can just imagine.” Hours later they pulled up to a huge white house near the beach with a sign out front that read: THE WITCHES RETREAT-A BED AND BREAKFAST INN. Molly laughed delighted with the sign. “You’ve got to be kidding,” Mary said.
I've been writing since I was eight years old and self-published a book of poems as gifts for family during the holidays. Okay, I three hole punched the sides of several sheets of unlined paper I painstakingly copied my poetry onto. I then tied them with red ribbons. At...