Witch Dust

A red gash of a mouth rimmed with impossibly tiny, razor-sharp teeth yawned wide, then swift as a snake, she bent and struck.. For Sandra, daughter of illusionists, Adam and Ophelia, life's never been run of the mill! But when Adam's wandering eye lights on yet another conquest, it proves a chorus girl too far, and Sandra's caught in the reverberations of her parents acrimonious parting. Coerced into restoring her depressed Mother to the bosom of a family Sandra never knew existed, she's sucked into a situation that even for her is unnerving. From being without a single relative, she suddenly acquires several she'd rather do without, and learns a few home truths she'd prefer not to know. Ophelia, it appears, has not been entirely honest about any number of things. There's no doubt in Sandra's mind, the sooner she puts as much distance as possible between herself, her newly discovered nearest and dearest, their peculiar tendencies and their failing hotel business, the happier she's...