“That damn annoying lizard!” Kirke hissed. She couldn’t stand being in the human realm. She sat atop her mountain in her massive castle. She kicked the pillow that was on the floor and threw herself on to her overstuffed bed. “He’s probably asleep. He’s a lazy snot with legs.” Kirke sat up. “Now what am I going to do with those witches?” She pondered the question, and it came to her. “Why am I doing anything for these hags? I really don’t care for them or their coven.” She shook her head and decided she would drop the whole thing. The only thing that held her interest was that witch, Zamarah. “How was she not affected by my power?” This confused the ancient woman. No one has ever been unaffected by her power, even if it had just been a little uncomfortable. It had always been felt. Now thi
