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1920, Wellington, New Zealand. Grace Devine is poised to build her thriving dress design business as the twenties begin to soar. But when a fashionable client is murdered, suspicion falls on Grace as the last person to see Agatha alive. As wary clients cancel and business begins to fail, Grace decides there’s only one way to prove her innocence and save her career…this seamstress will turn sleuth to find who really murdered the showgirl.

Grace Devine is a seamstress turned sleuth, trying to look after her family in 1920s New Zealand. This collection of heartwarming historical mysteries will send you on a unique Kiwi adventure.

As the kiwi summer draws to a close, a family outing to the beach takes a deadly turn when a lifeless body washes up on shore. Grace is devastated to recognise the victim, Ricky, who worked in her friend’s bakery. But when the supposed drowning victim is rolled over, a shocking truth is revealed—he was murdered.

Edward, the Prince of Wales, is about to step foot on Kiwi soil and Grace is frantically finishing gowns for her wealthy clients to wear at the balls thrown in his honour. But then a horrible accident and a dying man’s last moments, draws her into a conspiracy to harm the prince.

I am sitting in a room is a free-flowing exploration of sensory experience. An unnamed narrator traverses beautiful and bizarre environments while grappling with questions from their own life—memories, dreams, promises made. Inspired by the 1969 sound art piece by Alvin Lucier.

After the coven excommunicates me, I need to find a new job. So when I see a sign asking for an assistant - only witches need apply - I feel my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and my new boss is a French Bulldog, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.

When the annual mermaid parade is missing its central figure, Glynda tasks me and Beezley to track the oversized fish and get her back home where she belongs. The job isn't welcome, but the cash is, especially when a confused chihuahua decides to tear up half my wardrobe. The case soon leads us on a wild fish chase, with a short stop in a pub for much appreciated refreshments.

Okay, so it turns out I am a “bad” witch. But I promise to only ever use my black magic powers for good. It's a promise that's soon put to the test, when a zombie shambles into the local bank just before closing. I'm not dead-phobic or anything, but trailing cemetery dirt all over the carpet isn't a great way to make friends.

Just because the coven excommunicated me, doesn't mean I'm a bad witch. Those ladies should learn to take a joke. In the meantime, though, it's left me in a bind. I need to get a real job, in a normal human occupation. Yuck. But when I see a sign at the community centre asking for an assistant - only witches need apply - I feel like my fortunes might be trending up. Sure, there's a murder to solve, a killer on my tail, and a pittance in my bank account, but at least it's not working checkout in a supermarket.