Excerpt:THE FALL OF THE WITCH HUNTERS
Mazacan wouldn’t have to report for duty until later, and he still had a couple of things to take care of before that; but there was one thing that he simply had to do first. He hadn’t seen her in such a long time.
Mazacan hadn’t been to Caldon in years – let alone Rigby. She was bound to have changed a good deal, just as he had. Mackenzie, his best friend, knew nothing about his new job. Mazacan guessed darkly that she wouldn’t be thrilled when she found out.
He reached the hill from which he could see her house. Here at least, everything looked the same as he remembered. That much could not be said about the rest of Rigby. It used to be a separate village; now it was one of Burgh’s furthest suburbs. Everything here had seemed so much bigger and prettier when he had been a boy.
Mackenzie came out of the house. Mazacan hesitated for a moment. The last time he had seen her, she had been little more than