Mists Over Mosley

“Witchcraft,” the Assistant Chief Constable said.

“I beg your pardon?”

“A witches’ coven in Marldale.”

The tiny village of Upper Marldale is being overwhelmed—by a mischievous coven of witches. Neither believers nor non-believers can explain why the church clock winds itself up without assistance, why a row of winter cabbages is suddenly struck down in the night, or why not...