The P.A.W.S. Saga

When Miri receives a silver cat charm from her omama on the night before she dies, she has no idea that the charm holds a secret, a powerful magic that saved her omama's life and is about to make Miri's a whole lot more interesting.

The silver of Miri's cat charm passed on through the generations. The silver of Jessamyn's scepter, the source of her illusions. The silver of Quentin's scrying bowl, forged by Merlin. All intertwine in Argentum. With Alistair gone a measure of peace returns to P.A.W.S., but Miri is tormented by nightmares. The silver charm that had recently hung around Alistair's neck is now in Miri's possession and seems to have taken on a life of its own. And then it mysteriously disappears.

Miri's world at P.A.W.S. in St. Louis is falling apart. First, Danny is accused of stealing her opapa's charm. But before he can defend himself, he mysteriously disappears. Miri seeks Josh for help and advice, but he too has gone missing. Then, Lilith has a vision: Miri dragged away by wolves. Miri needs answers. Answers that she feels sure are hidden in the blank pages of the book of Argentum. With Lilith's help, she travels to the ancient city of Safed.

Join Miri as she continues her journey through Umbrae and Londinium with the help of werecats, wild warlocks, an old dog, a duck, and a whole lot of pea soup.

Rifka is lost, far away from home, kidnapped by an insidious werewolf. Yet does she truly want to go home? Meet an empathic goat, a family of otters, a girl who loves to draw fairies, and a dragon in this new installment of the P.A.W.S. saga.

Jenny has been painting fairies her whole life, but now a new fairy has emerged, one with wings of pure silver. She wishes she could share this new fairy with Jamie, but Jamie has disappeared, making Jenny worried.

Travel to the lost village of Manus Wu, and encounter an old witch, an avian magician, and a distraught silver fairy. All must play their part in the seventh installment of the P.A.W.S. Saga.

Deep in the battlefield Akash lay. He’d been lying in the same spot now for twenty years, waiting. Today was the day, he could feel it. The war raged around him. He loved the glorious smell of death and flames. He longed to be part of it all. But to emerge he needed a host or else he’d be nothing but a single spark. True, if the spark hit just so the fire could be glorious. But once it was out he’d be gone, spent.