Novels by Queasy-author

The next day, the witches stood complete in their 'special clothes' on the snow,Dea's teeth chattered rapidly and she breathed out puffs of snow.Where they were was vast and covered heavily in snow, beside them were the woods, as more witches joined up; Dea didn't fail to note that Faina had adjusted her breeches so that it hugged her calves tightly.They all waited in silence for the warlocks to arrive, after they had eaten breakfast Sybil informed them their first class would be elemental training.All the witches were positively vibrating with excitement.Dea was not.Earlier, she had met the prince, and their meeting was disastrous. . .*"Good morning, your highness," she greeted after she was admitted into the office.His hair which always sleek and secured pr

After a lengthy spell class the witches were back at the dinning hall."I think I'm starting to doubt. . ." Ochen said skeptically.Dea picked on her crepes as she waited for Ochen to continue."I think I couldn't possibly be the royal witch, partly because I was unable to draw myself being one in the distinct future. ."As Ochen spoke on, Dea nodded committedly, offering consoling remarks once in a while.When Ochen had gone quiet she swept her gaze over the witches in the hall and wondered, again, if they had a similar prediction to hers.Her perusal ended on the somber witch beside her, and for some reason she spoke to her. "I love your hair."The dark haired witch slowly turned towards her, like she didn't expect anyone to be speaking to her."I love your hair," Dea repeated, "my hair couldn't possibly attain such g

That night, as usual, dinner was being had with the king.And as was won't, the hall was quiet and every witch's mannerism was impeccable to a fault.Over the days Ochen had stopped staring at and puzzling over the king, but she still did once in a while. The witches behaviours presently were so perfect it was almost absurd, cutleries didn't clink against plates; no atom or crumb of food could be found on the table, the witches even appeared to eat in unison. They spent precisely three seconds cutting into their food and a second putting it into their mouths.Even as Dea ate equally impeccably her attention was not in the hall or the people around her, It was within a dark, enclosed and segmented place; which was her magic case.The figure in the rune weave was a mystery she didn't know she even wanted to solve, there was an aura of obscurity surrounding it that was just begging for an investigation.She pictured the figure in her mind'

Bakam She was back at the noisy dinning hall, lunch had the same atmosphere breakfast had, which had the same atmosphere dinner had; a combination of exquisite meals and not so exquisite mannerisms."Did you all notice?" A witch was saying from the chair opposite Dea's, "the castle seems a lot busier than usual." When no one commented on her observation she she huffed, distastefully eyeing the witches near her who were engrossed in their conversations, "you!"It took some time and a piece of apple thrown to her bonnet for Dea to realise that the voice was referring to her.She lifted her head from her untouched food and stared at the witch opposite her, her dark hair and grey eyes jugged a memory; Faina, a blue witch."You're Cabochon's little friend, aren't you?" The witch asked acidly."Faina!" Lumi called sharply and Dea stared in amazement as Lumi scolded her, and what was even more surprising was

The next day, she stood inside the spacious room that was the King's office, the solarium incident still fresh in her mind.The prince went about his usual activities which, was; bending over his ledger and paying her no attention.When she spoke he still continued to ignore her."The first reason I have, your highness, is; witches are a very caring specie, our coven is otherwise known as a caring facility. Exiled witches also include children, we take care of the witchlings till they're of age to fend for themselves."The prince still hadn't looked at her. She cleared her throat loudly."You don't have to dehisce your throat to get my attention." The prince said, lifting his eyes to hers.Dea's face burned, she continued amidst her mortification. "By sending a warlock to our coven we would be able to take care of so many children." Dea cleared her throat once more, "the second reason. Not only do we take ca

Throwing her hood over her head she rushed to the door, the tiny creek it made as she opened it echoed through the empty hallway.The night hid her clandestine movements but unfortunately, didn't mute the hurried patter of her footsteps. The candles in sconces attached to the walls illuminated the way.After misplacing her way a good number of times she skittered into the grand hall and headed for the blue hall.Sure enough, a cloaked figure came rushing towards her. Ochen grabbed her hand and led her through the hall into the last door,and then they climbed an extremely long staircase.Just when Dea was starting to think there was no end to the continuous stairway they entered a hall.The candles on the walls revealed the red carpets which they strode upon. There was a point where the hallway branched off at both sides, Ochen led her through the right opening.They walked hurriedly, trying