Witch Boy Trilogy

The spirit is willing... Strange but true: I can move things with my mind. Even stranger, but just as true: Lately, I've been looking in the mirror and seeing a face I don't recognize. I've been knocking down trees and throwing boulders without touching them. And I've done some seriously heinous something to my girlfriend in this kind of... I don't know... freak out. I don't know what it was. I don't know if she's dead or alive. You think I'm scared that I'm melted in the head? You don't know the half of it. Melted in the bead would be a blessing, compared to this. I'm not afraid of being crazy. I'm afraid of being whatever I am. What am I?

The flesh is weak... I killed Jules. I didn't know I was doing it; it was some kind of other me, but still -- I did it. Apparently, that's the power that comes with being Prince. I'd give anything to get rid of it. I'd give anything to be a normal guy with a dog and a girlfriend who's still alive. Instead, I have a choice. I either master this power, this magic, or it masters me. Not much of a choice, right? Worse: choosing between a coven of half-cracked witches and an evil absentee father. Who can I trust when I can't even trust myself?

There are enemies within and without... The coven took my mother, because of me. They killed my dog, because of me. You'd think there could be nothing worse than this -- but you'd be wrong. My family and me being torn to shreds by a horde of witches could be worse. War could be worse. And all-out war is coming. My father says my powers are limitless. I have yet to see it... and no time to learn. We are closing in on one another, the coven and my father and me. It can only end in death, theirs or ours. It's all in my hands now.