Jeannie Wycherley

In Whittlecombe findet ein ganz besonderer Jahrmarkt statt: Alfs Konkurrent, der Betreiber des Hay Loft, hat Wahrsager, Runenleser, Medizinmänner und sogar eine Voodoo-Priesterin aus New Orleans eingeladen. So etwas hat es hier noch nie gegeben!

Whittlecombe – ein charmantes, friedliches Dorf im Südwesten Englands, mit reetgedeckten Häuschen, verwinkelten Gassen, leckeren Käse-Sandwiches und dem traditionellen Tee am Nachmittag. Doch plötzlich werden die Bewohner krank, einer nach dem anderen. Bestimmt ist es nur die Grippe, oder?

Alfhild Daemonne hat ein Gasthaus geerbt. Und eine unbekannte Leiche. Seit einem Zerwürfnis mit ihrer Mutter, einer angesehenen Hexe, führt sie einen eher unsteten und gänzlich unmagischen Lebenswandel. Nun ist sie dreißig und selbst überrascht über ihren Entschluss, ein neues Leben zu beginnen.

Mit ihren Geistern kommt Alf immer besser klar, nicht jedoch mit ihren inneren Dämonen. Nacht für Nacht liegt sie wach und grübelt über die jüngsten Ereignisse in ihrem Leben. Und als wäre das nicht genug, wird ihre Ruhe zusätzlich von einem jämmerlich heulenden Geist gestört.

Toby, a schnauzer-collie-whippet-terrier-thingie, is not averse to gnawing on a chunky bone. But even he draws the line when it's a knee bone…connected to the thigh bone...of a zombie!

The producers of Witchflix TV favorite The Great Witchy Cake Off are searching for somewhere new to base the filming of their next series. Naturally, Alfhild Daemonne, a long time fan of all things cakey, invites them to Whittle Inn.

Without Zilla, there'd be no witches zooming around on their broomsticks and nobody would be allowed an exotic animal as a familiar. She grants permits for a living. Okay, it's not riveting stuff but it's important.

Yip! Yip! Yoo-ray! Toby’s back for a new adventure! It’s not everyday that a dog launches his own criminal investigation. But Toby’s not an everyday kind of dog. When he’s alerted to a local case of puppynapping, Toby tries to get his humans to take action.

Horrified Alfhild Daemonne, recently returned from a holiday overseas, is keen to find out who the unfortunate victim was and how they died. After all, she might need to make reparations to the victim's family for an atrocity one of her ancestors committed.

Since giving up the booze—bar a small hiccup here and there—ex-Ministry of Witches Detective Elise Liddell hasn’t had much call to hang out in bars. So, imagine her surprise when the generally antagonistic landlord of the Pig and Pepper calls on her for assistance....

Would-be investigative journalist, Clarissa Page, and her sammich-obsessed spellbound hound, Toby, are making little headway in their hunt for the nasty witch, Miranda Dervish....

Welcome to Tumble Town, where the shadows know your name. And that's not necessarily a good thing....

Elise Liddell is no country girl, but she’s not averse to the existence of rabbits. Especially cute and fluffy white ones. But there’s one on the loose in Tumble Town. And that particular sweet bunny turns out to be a harbinger of death....

Dodo was dead. And there the matter should have rested. At least for DS Elise Liddell. By rights it has nothing to do with her, but someone killed the poor man and, as Elise can resist everything except a good puzzle (and a shot of Blue Goblin vodka), here she is tangled up in a case....

Take a pair of ballet shoes, a faery queen, and a disgruntled mage and what do you get? A grim time in the Kingdom of Sweets. Or so says the owner of the Magical Emporium, Mister Magigi, a monkey wizard long renowned for spinning a good yarn....

Toby the dog can smell death. When someone assaults his elderly neighbor and leaves her for dead, Spellbound Hound Toby is devastated....

Water, water everywhere...but not a drop to drink. Alfhild Daemonne's beloved Speckled Wood is dying. Worse, Mr Hoo is sick! In fact, several Whittlecombe villagers are seriously ill, and the problem appears to be with the water....

Whittle Inn is up and running and gaining in popularity. Proud owner Alfhild Daemonne can afford to relax, can’t she? Apparently not....

Toby dog suddenly has plenty to say for himself. The only witness to the brutal murder of his owner, Toby is hexed by a woman with evil intentions. “Speak to none but me”, she tells him. Wretched and misunderstood, he’s incarcerated in the local pound....

Whittlecombe. A charming and peaceful village in the south west part of England. All thatched cottages and winding country lanes, triangle sandwiches, cream teas, and picture postcard perfection. But people are dropping like flies. It’s just the flu, right? Could be....