In a divided nation, 14-year-old Jetta belongs nowhere. Her face is split right down the middle: half-black and half-white. The non-white residents of her New Orleans camp call her a demon. The white oppressors who took over during the 2nd American Civil War have called her much worse…
Hex to the No
When my Mother asks for help, am I dumb enough to give it? You’re darn toot’n I am. Just ask Older Lilith’s Ghost…I’m a glutton for punishment, and she should know since well, I’m Lilith. Someone’s dead and Mother wants me to investigate. Now I really shouldn’t trust her, but my curious nature has me intrigued. But what if this investigation is leading me into a trap? My Mother says she loves me, but past experiences say otherwise. However, there’s more than meets the eye when it comes to my family.