Chapter One: Amelia Shit happens. That’s what my godmother always used to say. “Amelia,” she’d tell me, waving a half-drank martini over the cheap little kitchen island she so loved to congregate around, “there’s no rhyme or reason to the world sometimes. No one deserves what they get, good or bad. It just happens. Shit happens. Remember that, honey. If you hunt for meaning in … Continue reading A Spell for Death Teaser!