This Halloween, Escape to Greece with an Evil Witch- “The Raven Witch of Corfu,” is on Pre-order!

I can’t wait to share my review of the “The Raven Witch of Corfu.” What a fabulous spooky story filled all with the romance and splendor you would expect from Corfu… but, there’s an evil witch afoot. The ending blew me away! ~Colleen~


Today, I have a great recommendation for you! This month, Amazon bestselling author Effrosyni Moschoudi is releasing her new novel in four compelling kindle episodes! If you’re looking for a cracking good read to enjoy this Halloween, this is a great choice!


Lizzie waited twenty years for her return to Corfu…

Lizzie is not your average tourist. She may have just arrived on the idyllic Greek island of Corfu, but her mind is not on having a good time. Far from it, Lizzie has a daunting task to undertake: to claim back her twin brother who was kidnapped twenty years earlier on her previous visit. In a cave. By an evil witch.

When Lizzie sees her brother again, she receives the shock of her life. The witch has tricked her… And, as if this weren’t enough, a handsome local steals her heart to complicate her life even further…

“It’s a step up from Mills and Boon – much more Mary Stewart than Barbara Cartland, with a bit of Gothic horror and Harry Potter-esque magic in the mix. And it’s certainly a page-turner.” ~Hilary Whitton Paipeti, author of In the Footsteps of Lawrence Durrell and Gerald Durrell in Corfu”

This highly imaginative Greek fantasy romance will intrigue and uplift you, making it feel like you’re on the island, experiencing it all with your senses. It is also guaranteed to leave you longing for a visit to your closest Greek restaurant!

SMALL Raven Witch all kindles

Episodes 1 and 2 are available on pre-order. Episodes 3 and 4, as well as the paperback, will follow soon.

Visit Amazon now and let your most enthralling Greek holiday begin!




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About the author

Effrosyni Moschoudi was born and raised in Athens, Greece. As a child, she loved to sit alone in her garden scribbling rhymes about flowers, butterflies and ants. Today, she writes books for the romantics at heart. She lives in a quaint seaside town near Athens with her husband Andy and a ridiculous amount of books and DVDs.

Her debut novel, The Necklace of Goddess Athena, has won a silver medal in the 2017 book awards of Readers’ Favorite. The Ebb, her romance set in Corfu that’s inspired from her summers there in the 1980s, is an ABNA Q-Finalist.

Effrosyni is a member of the writer’s groups eNovel Authors at Work, ASMSG and The Fantasy & Scifi Network.  Her novels are Amazon bestsellers, having hit #1 several times, and are available in Kindle and paperback format.

Do it CLICK here to grab FREE PDF books by this author:

Visit her website for free excerpts, book trailers, her travel guide to Corfu, yummy Greek recipes, and to join her email list for her news and special offers:

howling at the moon Take it from me… this book will have you howling at the moon! Effrosyni Moschoudi is one of my fav paranormal/romance authors – Get your copy now! ❤

“The Fairy Witches,” A #Tanka

The prompt words for my Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge are charm and time, from which to find your synonyms. For charm, I’m using sorcery, and for time, I’m using spells.


The Fairy Witches


Ancient sorcery –
spells shared to nourish others,
a benevolence
toward well being, not gain
my love shared, rewards received.

© 2018 Colleen M. Chesebro

Magic and witchcraft are blended into the Fairy-Faith of the ancients. It was believed that humans, magicians, and sorceresses received powers from the fairies. Primeval witches were mostly healers who cared for the people of their clans or tribes. They were herbalists and midwives who tended the sick and infirm. Most early witches claimed their powers of healing came from the fae folk who bestowed their knowledge of magic to the humans through witches. This knowledge caused witches to remove themselves from society. The cost was high. shares:

“The magic of the Good Neighbors that was taught to these witches – what I, in modern practice call Fairy Witchcraft – was about empowering the powerless and giving the witch a way to meet their own needs and to ensure their own safety. It was knowledge and magic that removed the person, to some degree, from human society and this removal made them dangerous because it realigned their allegiance in unpredictable ways. This is magic that is meant to effect real change for the benefit of the witch, not necessarily for some nebulous greater good.”

The first fairy witch I ever read about was Morgan le Fay, from the King Arthur legends. The fables share that Morgan Le Fay resided on the Isle of Avalon. She was considered to be magical and one of the fairy people, but also a witch. It is said that Morgan Le Fay took King Arthur to the magical Isle of Avalon as his last resting place after he succumbed to Mordred’s sword at the Battle of Camlann.

Fairies and witches have a long history together. As a paranormal fantasy author, it is a pleasure to explore those possibilities through my poetry and writing. ❤

Don't forgetTo VOTE for your favorite poem in the challenge post. Visit the links in the comments to find your favorite. Click HERE to vote. Click “OTHER” and type in the name of the poet or the name of their blog. ❤









Beautiful Legend Of La Befana – Witch Who Delivers Gifts To Children In Italy On Epiphany – Twelve Days After Christmas | Ancient Pages


Witches usually get a bad rap but La Befana, is a special lady. I LOVE the magical pagan elements of this legend. Enjoy. ❤

Share this: Ellen Lloyd – – In most countries children await the arrival of St. Nicolaus or Santa Claus who will bring them gifts. In Italy children eagerly count the days to the coming of La Befana on Epiphany, the Twelfth Night of Christmas. La Befana is a good broomstick-riding witch who delivers gifts to […]

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Scottish Witch Trials: When Witches Communed with Fairies

Introducing, Andrea Kaczmarek and “Pink Wish Ice Cream”

Welcome to P’kaboo Publishing Sunday where I like to introduce you all to an exciting new author, Andrea Kaczmarek and her new book called, “Pink Wish Ice Cream.”


My name is Andrea Kaczmarek and I retired from teaching a couple of years ago. I still teach at my old school, but just one day a week – a lot of fun and no pressure! I teach a combination of art and English.

Author, Andrea Kaczmarek

For years I juggled family, teaching and being a Town Councillor for the Green Party, sometimes a bit frustrating. Now, I have the time to enjoy my writing. Of course, I have been scribbling little stories for years, but now I have the time to do all the re-writing and polishing that is so important.

About three years ago I even had an agent, but he didn’t seem to have the contacts with the publishers that I had hoped for – so last year, I decided to go it alone as I seemed to not be getting anywhere!

P’Kaboo Books was one of the first publishers I contacted and Lyz Russo gave me the chance I certainly needed! She liked Pink Wish Ice Cream, and I think she also loved Eva Kuenzel’s pictures. Eva was a student of book illustration when she first read my stories – but now she is a book illustrator living in Berlin. I think we work well together and she has the talent to see the characters after I have told her all about them.

Pink Wish Ice Cream (available on Amazon in print and as an eBook) is hopefully the start of a series called the “Colour Witches” – dotty, potty friends who help each other out! Maybe it is now time to polish up those witches – my favourite one is the” Rainbow Witch,” completely scatty and batty!

My stories often have a simple message – Pink Wish could be called the “Please & Thank You” book, sorry, that’s the teacher in me. My inspirations also come from pretty simple things, too- like seeing an ice cream van near a park. Once the basic idea has formed then its long walks and tossing ideas around with my daughter Louise until I get it just right! My grandchildren are my test listeners…I pay them in Ice Cream!

My latest story is The Princess with No Smile….yet another very simple message – good old
fashioned skipping is just as much fun as it used to be. Who needs expensive toys? And about two years ago I wrote a story for boys – Hob Gob is a Slob – about a smelly, grubby, greedy goblin. I had put it away for a while, not sure if it was quite right for 7-9-year-olds, but now a publisher seems to be interested, but it is early days yet. The goblin story brings out the best in the boys who find him, mainly because they are fed up hiding a smelly uncooperative goblin in the garden shed.

I also wrote down all the funny things that happened at school when I was teaching as some were hilarious. I remember after every staff conference I always said, “Somebody ought to write that down, nobody would believe it.” So, that’s exactly what I did, but Skool Diary is a much longer project for early teens and keeps disappearing into the big drawer….who knows when I will finish it, don’t hold your breath. However, I am probably at my very happiest writing for younger readers.

So to all you Silver Threaders out there – live your dreams, or at least try to, things sometimes work out in the end, but the enjoyment you get from writing is certainly worth it.

– Andrea

Here’s how to find Andrea:


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Thanks for stopping by to meet Andrea! I will see you again.

The Elf Killer – Part Two

My friend Melissa Barker-Simpson sponsors a weekly writing contest called “Mel’s Midweek Writing Menagerie.” Each week on a Thursday, she posts a new prompt, and contributions will are shared via Featured Fiction. Check out her personal blog to get all the rules.

Here are the options for this week:

Option 1: Sentence Starter –

“What the hell do you expect me to do with that?”

This sentence can appear anywhere in the story. The maximum word count is 1,000 words. The genre can be any of your choosing; either factual or fiction based. You may use art to interpret the sentence, or poetry if you wish.

Option 2: Fanfiction –

Write a scene with one of your favourite characters from film or television.

I decided that I am going to choose Option 1 and continue on with the story of Rawmall, the half-breed elf. Here is The Elk Killer, Part One if you would like to catch up.
I am learning to be a “pantser,” and letting the words flow…


Rawmall continued his way through the forest walking in an easterly direction, cautiously looking for any telltale signs of the elf killer. Whoever had killed the blue haired elf was brutal. The killer had left the body to rot and decay where the elf had been slain.

Rawmall shook his head in disbelief. The Elves of Timmoral Forest had a code. They always buried their dead, even their enemies. No elf would have killed another in this manner, he thought as he trudged through a dense copse of trees. Decomposed leaves made a carpet beneath his feet. He pushed his way through an almost impenetrable thicket of bushes with leaf tendrils that curled as they pulled at his arms.

Through the leafy canopy above, Rawmall could see black clouds building against the dusky blue sky. A noticeable greyness descended upon the forest. The wind blew from the north and white lightning sliced through the sky.

In a hurry to beat the weather and to get to the edge of the forest and the elven community of Morr, Rawmall began to run. He positioned his quiver and bow over his shoulder tying the deer skin laces to keep his equipment from falling off his body. He kept up the steady rhythm of his running feet, breathing to conserve energy as his long blond hair streamed out after him.

The velocity of the wind continued to increase pushing against the elf making his trek more difficult with each gust. Determined, Rawmall ran faster, his feet so swift they barely touched the ground. Thunder rumbled and fat drops of rain began to fall slowing his pace. He smelled the smoke from the Village of Morr before he saw it.

Or, what was left of it. The village was a shell of burned out homes. Acrid smoke rose in dark smudges blown about by the mighty wind. Rawmall walked amongst the burned out shells of the elven homes looking for bodies. There were no bodies anywhere in the ruins. From what he could tell the flash point of where the fire began was at the town center, on the village green. A peculiar smell lingered in the air and he could not place its source.

Fifty elves, men, women, and children lived in this small community. Where could they have gone, thought Rawmall? He ran the perimeter of the village noticing that the fire stopped at the edge of the forest. It had not set any of the trees on fire around the boundary of the village. The outside limits were scorch free.

Rawmall noticed that one of the homes had less damage than the rest. He gingerly walked through the scorched earth into what was left of the elven home. A thick oaken table had been turned over in the middle of the room. To the right of the table were the remains of a cooking fire where a great cauldron was suspended, bubbling and hissing over hot coals untouched by the fire that had devastated the village.

Rawmall remembered what the strange smell was once he peered inside the boiling cauldron. There bobbing up and down was the head of a human! Short, closely cropped dark hair clung to the scalded skin. The eye sockets were bare as loose flesh boiled away from the skull leaving thick fat floating on the surface of the boiling liquid. The smell was unforgettable.

“This is black magic! What the hell do you expect me to do with that?” Rawmall said loudly, startled by the sound of his own voice, and the contents bubbling in the cauldron.

“Whatever you want to do with it,” said the voice of a woman in a cunning whisper.

Surprised, Rawmall spun around grabbing his bow, all the while fixing an arrow in place ready to shoot in the direction of the voice. There in front of him stood the small figure of a human woman wearing a long black dress and cape. She shook her long dark hair at him in defiance as she stood waiting for the arrow to find its mark. Her ruby lips curved into a sneer of hatred.

“I suppose you want to know what I did with your elven friends,” said the woman slowly licking her voluptuous lips as she stared at Rawmall.

“That would be nice to know,” growled Rawmall furious with himself that this evil wench had found him again.

“I bewitched them,” she said watching Rawmall’s fury mount even further. “This is the human that killed the elf in the forest. I bewitched the elves and hid them before he got to the village to do any more damage. They are all safe. The damn fool burned the village. When he was done, I took care of the human,” said the dark-haired woman striding across the floor toward Rawmall.

“In fact, the way I see it, you now owe me,” she said placing her hands on her hips staring at him through hooded eyes.

“I owe you nothing,” snarled Rawmall. “Free my friends, then we’ll talk. I do not associate with witches, so make it quick!”

Clearly irritated by Rawmall’s words, the woman’s eyes began to glow a deep emerald-green and a thick noxious fog filled the room. Hours later Rawmall woke up on the floor of the elven hut. The woman was gone.

895 Words – Made up as I typed. Hope you enjoy!

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